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I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>30<

Whenever Kaoru was going to be late, he would let her know. Either he or Kizaki. This time neither one nor the other spoke. Hanabi walked around the whole apartment. Seemingly zero marks, but she found traces of blood on the living room carpet. Small but significant. After all... where from? Cut his finger with a knife and said he would leave something as a souvenir? Probably thought she didn't know anything. She knew. She read the news on the Internet. Had heard of an unknown man with two swords. In fact, she felt his presence, from time to time a shiver ran down her spine, which she had never known. Hanabi talked to the sisters - they also sensed that something was happening. Guessed that newcomer had come to his premises, and whatever happened...Kaoru couldn't remain silent. The police chief himself pleaded with him for attention and for fighting the problem. She wasn't there, but she was standing outside the door listening. Only such a simple thing as crossing the border tipped the scales? She had plans to call Kizaki, but in time stopped herself. What would it do? After all, he will not turn back! Instead, outraged to the limit, she chose a completely different number.

- Hi, I have something... - she began, but was quickly interrupted.

- We know, we'll be there soon. - She heard a firm tone in the receiver. - Get ready.

She waited for nothing. Pulled on dark, close-fitting pants, a black tight blouse, threw a leather jacket over it and, almost jumping into light-heeled ankle boots, shot out like a slingshot from an apartment building. Hoped it wouldn't be too late. She caught them on the way. Ayame in one of her immortal plain colored corsets and jeans, Shizuka in a colorful jumpsuit and Yui in a white T-shirt, khaki pants and dark army boots. Last one took with her two swords strapped to her belt. She knew them. They were hung by their grandfather for a long time, passed down from generation to generation. HIS swords.

They arrived at the last minute. They broke through the crowd screeching something about manga and characters from history. She had to arrive on time. The samurai apparently had a great time feeling everyone's eyes focused on himself. Hanabi felt her heart stop beating for a few seconds. First, he had cut Hanayama's back open, and she could see perfectly well that it wasn't the first time. Then, as the husband was about to attack, he slashed the face - across, through the nose and vertically, tearing the hazel iris in two. Final blow down the spine. Hanayama did not fall. He stood like his fucking Otokodachi, to finally sit down with the utmost calm in his own blood. Baki was waiting nearby with a bottle of Wild Turkey. Before him knelt down the police general, the same one who had accepted the whiskey in his office. He fell face down in front of the mafioso, thanking him for the effort.

- Kaoru... - she sighed, coming up.

- What are you doing here? - he was surprised to see her next to him.

- The usual, Kaoru-san. She does everything her own way. - Shizuka replied, standing behind his back and placing her fingers with long nails on the man's temples. - The ambulance might not be on time and you will lose your eye. I'll improve your energy flow a little...

- What...

- What an incredible coincidence! - samurai said excitedly. - I am glad to see you, Kitsune. I suspect you know perfectly well how well I feel the bond between us.

- The more I regret that we meet in such and not other circumstances...great-grandfather. - Hanabi replied arrogantly.

She was a little sorry not to see Kaoru's face. Instead, she heard a muffled cry of surprise from Kizaki. In fact, not only his, because after a while a wave of whispers from the crowd started. At times like this, felt like she was watching a movie on TV thinking "well, no, like some fucking sitcom, just not funny at all."

- You are a vessel for Sakurai's soul, aren't you, child? - he asked, tucking his sword into the duvet cover. - I recognized immediately...you have a demon in your eyes. My beautiful demon.

He was going to touch her face, but she definitely pulled away. He will not charm her with sweet words. She had to buy enough time. Fortunately, relief has come.

- These aren't your time, you shouldn't be here. - Ayame said.

- Exorcist, healer, spirit guide... Kuko*, Tenko**, Byakko***... Beautiful and gifted I have children, right? Right?! - he turned as if to Hanayama and the police general. - One is missing. Where is... the devourer? Where's Kokko****?

An elderly woman, dressed rather strangely for her age, with furiously red nails, fell between them. Hanabi frowned. A special energy was emanating from her.

- Medium? - she was surprised.

- It looks. - Yui replied, standing next to the sisters, then bowed politely towards the samurai. - Hello, great-grandfather.

Hanabi felt not particularly well. She felt sick, dizzy at the same time, had spots in front of eyes, but surprisingly didn't lose balance. Tried to focus on the situation, but her head ran away somewhere far, beyond the limits of consciousness. Blood was bubbling through her veins, hitting every nook and cranny, making her feel terribly hot. She often got pissed off that she would "come out of herself and stand next to", and right now she wondered in horror whether it would actually come to that.

- Since my blood survived, I hope the dojo is as well. - Miyamoto asked with a charming smile.

- It's under my protection. - confirmed the master, placing her hand on the hilt of one of the swords.

- Lovely! You make me proud, really! - samurai applauded. - I'd love to stay with you longer!

Wasn't sure she heard it right, but he didn't seem to want to leave. So it remained to force him... but how? Another massive wave of nausea attacked, this time she staggered on her feet. Fortunately, Kaoru was right behind. She felt strong hands on shoulders, creating an incredibly warm feeling of security, but that didn't stop her body from reacting oddly. She leaned back on still-weakened husband, feeling that something was coming from her. She closed eyes and when opened them a woman was standing in front of her. Raven's hair, reaching the ground, was tied up with a jade ball, fuzzy white tails twisting beside it. Nine tails. On top of her head, she noticed cute, pointed ears. When the figure turned to face her, long earrings rang, and Hanabi saw... herself, only like ten years older. Dressed in a beautiful, slightly loose kimono with sleeves tied with blue strings and with tasteful, black okobo on the feet. Smiled radiantly at Hanabi, reaching with a delicate hand with long fingers to her face. She was too shocked to remove herself and for some reason didn't want to.

- Sakurai! My lovely wife! - Miyamoto crowed in delight. - My Kitsune...

- SILENCE! - she snapped at him ferociously, not taking the crowd of onlookers at all. - I'm extremely disappointed in you, Musashi. With pain and disgust, I think of you as my husband. If I could, I'd get a posthumous divorce!

- But the flowers of my heart...

- Do you know how much shame I have eaten because of you?! The goddess Amaterasu herself graced me with her presence to REQUEST your return! - the inexorable fox screamed. - You'll be on your knees begging forgiveness forever, I swear to you. You must appear in the Golden Palace IMMEDIATELY!

- Sakurai... dearest...

- Pray that Amaterasu-sama doesn't sell you to a brothel. Or I. - she hissed, then turned much more gently to the tall blonde. - Kuko, darling, please do an exorcism. Let that old fool go back where he belongs.

- Of course, great-grandmother. - Ayame agreed.

- I would love to stay with you a bit longer, my children, but there's no chance. And as for you... - she muttered, walking gracefully to Hanabi. - Enjoy your life, Byakko.

Mrs. Hanayama was still in severe shock, not knowing what was going on, and the tall woman wrapped her arms around to blend in with her body. She took a deep breath. She felt good again. Meanwhile, the eldest sister muttered a prayer under her breath and snapped fingers. The samurai spirit flew away and body was burned to ashes. The witch froze in shock. It probably came as a shock to her as well. Surprisingly quickly her resonance returned.

- Impressive...

- You think we'll leave you without consequences? - Ayame asked rhetorically. - What you did was shameful. Hundreds of people died!

- What can you guys do? Well, I listen?! - the woman chuckled. - But you can't, blonde, chase the soul from the still alive body! Nor is it possible to take away an ability!

- I am heartily fed up with you. - Hanabi whispered hard as she approached her. - You've done enough. We collect toys...

- Oh, no, no, no, honey. - The red-haired girl interjected, standing by her. - This isn't a good idea.

- Shizuka is right, you will lose the body. - The blonde supported her. - It's too much of a risk.

- Hanabi, what are you planning? - Kaoru asked anxiously.

- She is going to throw herself off balance to take away the witch's ability to use her powers. - Yui explained dryly. - And that almost certainly amounts to losing your flesh.

- No... NO! - her husband tried to stop her, but she broke away. - You can't!

- The problem won't end without it. I can't believe she won't do it again... - she replied quietly.

She approached a woman who still doubted the success of her plan. She was quite the opposite. She knew how to do it, though she wasn't sure where from. As if it has been in her for a long time, a bit like riding a bicycle, when we learn as children, then we don't have time, and as adults...we get on and go. She placed a hand on the woman's forehead, staring the light green irises straight into her unwavering eyes. Hanabi was losing touch with the world, hearing nothing but the flow, swift as water in a waterfall. She felt an enormous mass of energy running through every cell, every vein, every ankle. The witch consciously and very skillfully opened her chakras, trying to saturate her. But she wasn't going to be stifled. Thanks to the flowing chi, she found her way to the weave of interest. She closed it and blocked it. There was no way anyone else would open it. She painfully felt her return to the ground. Her whole body felt as if it were a pile of stones.

- Sabuko-onee-sama*****! - she heard a screech that made her ears ache. - Onee-sama!

She turned on her heel, tired and in pain. The owner of the Arena ran towards them, in traditional clothes as usual. The witch was in a mute shock. Only Tokugawa's arms woke her from lethargy.

- She locked it... b...blocked it... - she whispered in horror. - I... I don't hear anything. No souls...

So his sister. Yeah. It couldn't be that accidental or supernatural. Real life is neither a cartoon, nor a movie, nor a comic book. She felt dizzy again, something warm under her nose. Her knees felt as if she had come home after a very tiring day and wanted to lie down so badly. The last thing she heard before she fell into her husband's arms was Kizaki's terrified scream.

- Hanabi-sama!

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He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The mere fact of Miyamoto's return to life was madness enough, shortly afterwards a white fox emerged from his wife's body, and the icing on the cake was Hanabi's ability to block energy in the chakras. Everything seemed to be back to normal, he was even feeling pretty good. Whatever Shizuka has done, she has done it brilliantly. He wanted to hug his beloved, whisper that everything would be fine, they could go home, and in the same second she fell into his arms as if had lost contact with her body. Thick, dark blood was leaking from her tiny, upturned nose. It wasn't looking good. He looked at the sisters-in-law. They shook their heads. There was nothing they could do. Only Yui walked over to them, knelt down, chattering with two katanas, and grasped her sister's bright hand. Even that didn't help. Yang couldn't hold her Yin. He looked into the green eyes he loved so much.

- Kaoru... - she muttered softly.

- You can't leave me. - he whispered, leaning forward.

- Sorry to put you on a fait accompli. Don't worry too much. - she sighed heavily, reaching for sliced face. - I'll find a way to get back to you, I swear. After all, I promised to be your dragon, right? Whatever...whatever is left of me, give it to nature. Please.

- No, Hanabi...I will not give you to anyone.

- How stubborn you are! - she laughed with tears in her eyes, and after a while rest her head gently on his torso, as if was falling asleep; he heard her soft, fading voice - "I need a gangster to love me better than all the others do... To always forgive me, ride or die with me. That's just what gangsters do"******.

- ...Hana...

The slender body collapsed in his arms, and after a while, with a gust of wind, it dissolved into the sea of white and pink petals of Japanese cherries. His heart skipped a painful tear. The love of his life was gone, and there was nothing he could do. She died in his arms and she breathed her last. It felt as if the meaning of existence had gone with her. Hanayama had no idea what to do with himself. He felt a presence behind his back.

- Boss... I'm so sorry... - Kizaki whispered.

- Weird. - Yui muttered, wiping her face. - I thought I would...feel like she's gone. And I still feel like she's standing next to.

He barely heard what she said, stunned by his own thoughts. After a while, however, realized that he smelled a familiar scent. Subtle, barely perceptible... It might as well be a pile of Sakura petals that she had left behind, at least some of which he was going to take. However, he didn't think any type of cherry smelled like yuzu. She loved yuzu. A good pile of pink and white scraps has gathered near him. For a moment it seemed to him that the pile was gently moving. Finally something sneezed, making them fly. Tiny, white, fluffy, with a long tail. The shapely-eared fox brushed the fragrant petals off the tiny head, completely ignoring human existence. He gulped down at his nearest sister-in-law and the other two who were coming up with curiosity.

- Hanabi...is that you? - he asked incredulously.

The animal, hearing the name, turned to him and looked sadly with wise, light green eyes that looked like two large, shiny stones. She curled up inside herself, wrapping one ponytail around her paws.

- And where are the other tails? - Ayame whispered in surprise.

- Oh, you're so cute! - Shizuka squealed, holding out her hands. - Come on, I'll ruff your ear!

The fox looked at him again with pained eyes, lowering tail sadly, then turned and started to run away. He couldn't let her do that. Not after what he experienced. What they both experienced. Besides, she promised to find a way, and he made it a point of honor to defend what she had left behind. He grabbed gently under her belly so as not to accidentally damage skinny limbs. She tried to get away, but to no avail.

- Silly of you, the house is in a completely different direction. - he replied with a half-mouth smile.

In response, foxy stood on hind legs, cuddling tail. She looked suggestive as if to say, "Look what's left of me! It's just pathetic! Do you want THAT wife?" Silly one. He ran a finger lightly through shiny fur.

- Have you forgotten what I promised you? "In health and in sickness"...

Big bright eyes drowned in tears as she climbed over his shoulder to gently touch her paws over his cut cheek and lick her coarse tongue as if she wanted to shower him with kisses. They've survived a lot, and they'll be fine with it.

It seemed to him that this time he was in the hospital longer than before. Or maybe he just took a long time? They didn't let her stay, "such rules", had to wait. They broke a hundred needles on him, they spilled hectoliters of blood, even the eye was doing quite well. Utsumi demanded that they do everything to make him survive. He mentally thanked him a hundred times for it. Needed to be back as soon as possible, but chained to the bed had its advantages: he could think for a moment about what was happening, and what can in future. Don't think he wanted to know what his father-in-law thought about the fact that his youngest daughter, the apple of daddy's eye, got stuck in the body of a tiny fox. Still not solved the mystery of the bomber, the funds thief, Hanabi was at a standstill with the Wu Song building. One of the few pluses: the dojo problem postponed until she returns. He realized that she had wanted to help him so many times, however, and he hadn't given her an option. He pushed her away, didn't initiate in many matters "for her sake". Another thing was that in the end she pressed herself in front of each time. He felt guilty, some part of his existence insisted that he made her feel brought to extremes.

After two weeks, they finally allowed him to leave. He buttoned up his purple shirt, skillfully tied tie, threw a white jacket over shoulders, pushed glasses up on nose. In front of the hospital door, a black, glistening Mercedes was waiting for him as standard, and a Kizaki bowing at the waist. He opened the door. There was something waiting in the dark car seat. A pair of bright eyes. She raised pointed ears, waved tail cheerfully at the sight of him, and as soon as he sat down next to her, she jumped on his lap, making herself comfortable. He barely noticed the shiny purple ribbon tied around the skinny neck. The car started moving, and he gently ran his hand through the white fur, feeling a long tail fall down his legs, moving steadily left and right. Finally they went home.

~ THE END ~

…or not!

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* Kuko Kitsune - air fox, of the genus Zenko (good foxes), living 3000 years old, considered a fox deity

**Tenko Kitsune - heavenly fox of the genus Zenko, living over 1000 years

***Byakko Kitsune - white fox, of the Zenko genus, strongly connected with the spiritual world, friendly to people, bringing luck

**** Kokko Kitsune - black fox, of the genus Zenko, comes from Chinese culture and is the embodiment of the North Star

*****Onee-sama - honorary designation of an older sister or a person towards whom we have similar feelings

******Kehlani "Gangsta"

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koifishart · 26 days

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I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>29<

The clean air of Okinawa was soothing to him, but the balance in the universe was kept by his wife's stubborn grandfather, still counting on Hanabi to leave husband to take over the school. Fortunately, she clung to his side, giving Shigeru no hope of changing her mind. The night before, they had given him a taste of the failure of a great plan to break their marriage. It started out innocently enough, sweetly, delicately, that finally Hanabi would scream at the whole house how much she loves Hanayama and how much he has to keep going. He had noticed long ago that for her the concept of shame didn't actually exist, the more willingly started to implement his little project, knowing that she would most likely be pleased. Thought it would bother him, but he liked the earring in her tongue, cool and hard, lending a special sensation. Hoped the schemer hadn't fallen asleep, and if he could, woke up.

They were sitting in the living room, shutters wide and doors leading to the inner garden. They drank green tea, so amazing...he never had the chance to drink. It turned out that Shizuka, despite a complete lack of talent for cooking, was brilliant with the traditional brewing of matcha. Even Tokugawa praised the skills of the red-haired woman to the heavens, to which she merely bowed with a slight smile. The astonishing calm was interrupted by the noise from before the entrance. If you think about it, during the trip from Tokyo, Tokugawa mentioned that someone was missing... Kaoru sensed someone's presence, familiar, strange and strong. He, Hanabi and Baki went out to see who they were dealing with. In front of them stood a man over two meters long, with short-cropped blonde hair and pale blue eyes, built tighter than he remembered.

- Onii-san? - young Hanma was surprised. - What are you doing here? And... Are you kind of...taller?

- Or you shrunken. - he replied evasively. - Tokugawa gave me the address and ordered...ooou...

Jack clearly focused on the person behind them. Hanayama turned around. Tall, blonde, green-eyed, again dressed in tight jeans and a bright floral corset, she fastened a strap of high-heeled sandals around her ankle. She regarded the newcomer with a critical glance, without a trace of emotion. Elder Hanma looked as though his brain had flown through his ears. An effect so similar to all those guys drooling over his wife. Indeed, with all four of them, it seemed, most men's minds would run away to nothing, being replaced by wild lust. Immediately after the eldest of his father-in-law's daughters, Kureha appeared unhappy.

- ...he said to be present, but nothing about the lovely company. - he finished swishly, so unlike himself. - Hi. Are you a predatory kitten?

- If only I don't bite you something, little boy. - she replied impassively.

- I'd love to check it out. - he muttered as she stood next to him.

He barely registered movement. Ayame reacted immediately, delivering a high kick straight into the tall blonde's jaw. Apparently, the heels had their advantages. Maybe that's why Hanabi was so eager to wear them. Her oldest sister didn't really need her height - she was 175cm barefoot, if not a little bigger. Hanma hit the ground with great force, spitting blood. Baki was stunned and Shinogi seemed to be pleased with the development of events.

- Pff...sucker. - she said, straightening her blonde hair. - Bunch, come on, no time!

At dinner he tried again. It was a pity to see Jack Hammer go to waste. His sister-in-law was a relentless woman, and he didn't seem to see it. He pressed on to her, tried to get attention, and she was successfully ignoring him.

- Oh, don't tell me I'm not moving you... - he muttered, leaning over to her.

- ENOUGH OF THIS. - she growled firmly, reaching her hand toward his bruised jaw.

Think he was counting on a kiss, and in return Ayame...dove with chopsticks in Canadian mouth. She grabbed something and took it out. Tooth. Sizeable, with quite a bit of roots, but somewhat crooked, like a tree that has been forced to grow amidst obstacles.

- Beautiful eight, boy. I don't think I've ever seen a wisdom tooth like this. Completely degenerated, the enamel is almost gone, even though the dentin looks healthy. Do you bite metal nails with it or what? - she assessed, sitting down in her seat.

- How do you... - he groaned in shock. - But my jaw is made of steel!

- Oh, your teeth are indeed strong, I don't deny it. Most would hurt like hell in this condition! - she snapped. - They're not holding up well, that's their problem. You stuffed yourself with steroids, anabolics and other crap to gain muscle strength while your body was paying heavy taxes. Are you proud of yourself?

- How dare you, woman... - he hissed, propping his arms on the table.

- Are you such a tough guy? Let's check it. - she replied bravely. - Tonight, in the training room.

She wasn't kidding. She was waiting for him in a traditional-style red top and light-colored pants. She tied her blonde hair in a high ponytail to keep it out of her eyes. The three children sat on the side, perfectly still. She stood up as he appeared in front of her, wearing only shorts, snapping his knuckles. The style she used must have been very old, until Retsu, after a moment's thought, deciphered that it was northern Shaolin kung fu. In fact, shouldn't have known it, and for some reason she was at least a master of it. Dodged attacks with ease, quickly unleashing her own, very explosive.

- I told you Kitsune learn very quickly. - Shigeru said with a shrug. - The highest degree of initiation and skill in the art that suits their temperaments is only a matter of time. Ayame is like a flame, just upset her and she will explode and incinerate everything in her path.

As soon as Jack tried to pin her again, she jumped back for a kick. The force she put into it, put her opponent on his shoulders. Hanayama wasn't sure he heard the crackle of the floor under the mats. Baki, sitting next to him, couldn't believe his eyes...as probably all the people gathered.

- Mom is like Master Tigress from "Kung-Fu Panda". - commented dark-haired Rozu.

- You have such brilliant genetic potential and physical conditions, and through your idiotic rush you ruin everything... - Ayame huffed, resolutely refraining from spitting next to him.

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She couldn't watch people like that go to waste. Maybe it was because she grew up in a family where you must be the best in your field, maybe she was just like that herself...but she couldn't let him go to waste. And he had been doing it successively, in her eye for several years. She lied about his teeth. They were indeed sandpaper-wiped-out, but she pulled out the one had damaged in front of the house with one smooth kick. She hoped it would wake him up. Sighed heavily, lowering her bare feet onto the cool grass in the inner garden. Ayame liked to sit outside on the terrace from time to time and not think about anything, although the latter, as a rule, never worked out.

- Can't you sleep, sucker? - she asked quietly, still looking ahead.

- How did you know about chemistry? - Jack said, sitting down next to her.

- I'm a good observer. - she muttered evasively. - If you don't take care of your health, you slap a wheelchair in your fifties, or even faster. I guess at such a young age you hardly think about it, but believe me, you don't want to.

- I'm not going to live long. - the man snorted. - The plan was that I would do whatever I can to be the strongest...

- So what, are you doing good? Probably not, because you get weaker with each dose. - she assessed, glaring at him. - My guess is Kureha's behind it. He is usually well-meaning, but he is bathed in hot water, especially on the subject of sports...

- He warned me once that I would kick the calendar faster than I think.

- So why...

- Teach me. - he demanded. - I want to be even stronger.

- I have neither the predisposition nor the time to teach anyone. However, if you stay in Okinawa and ask Yui nicely, she will definitely take you in. - she replied firmly, standing up and heading for her room. - Relax, my sister doesn't bite. However, I'm afraid that you will be forced to give up what you consider necessary...

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He slowly began to drag on. He missed the hustle and bustle of the city he was used to. Fortunately, Kizaki called saying that they absolutely had to come back. He and his wife were leaving just as Shigeru and Tokugawa locked themselves in their room to discuss the possibility of another tournament. He didn't think his affinity with Master Soga would make him participate, quite the opposite.

For several days, he had heard information about a strange person wandering around the city. He was...specific, traditionally dressed, with two swords attached. The police became interested in him mainly due to the openly carried weapon. News on TV every now and then informed about his next actions, killed people, but still no one knew his identity. He hadn't heard of any incident on Hanayama territory at the time, nor was there any indication that he was a member of any of the mafia families. He came out of nowhere, many wanted him back there. He neither burned him nor chilled, until he stuck a finger into Clan Fujiki. But it started to get dangerous, so much so that the Chief Police General, Utsumi Shunzo himself, knocked on Hanayama's door. He never had a problem with Hanabi hanging around somewhere, but this time he couldn't let her listen to the conversation. He had an overview of the matter, guessed what the man was coming with, and knew just as well what his wife would say. She couldn't find out what he was planning, she had to be safe, and this time safety meant ignorance. She wasn't pleased, but looked as if had come to terms with his decision. He received the guest as he should, there was even a whiskey on the table. He could see that Chief was wondering if had hit the right place. In fact, not every twenty-year-old looks...like him. He thought that mere presence was enough for the interlocutor to weigh his words, but the Utsumi tried to speak to his conscience - he was to lend his skills to DEFEND THE COUNTRY. Ha! Good! Need the nerve to propose something like this to a representative of the underworld. He spoke beautifully about how his proposal would most likely be welcomed by a man of this caliber and status. Kaoru guessed that they were getting some training in flowery talk or successive persuasion at the higher levels. It didn't work this time, he wasn't going to suddenly start working for the police, not even for a moment. The distance between them was too great. He wasn't even convinced by the story of a half-cut friend. Until Kizaki came with the information that the TV man was indeed Musashi Miyamoto, one of his next victims was Retsu Kaioh, and he himself...was heading towards Shinjuku.

It would be rude not to welcome a visitor to your lands.

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* Onii-san - the term "big brother" or sometimes the person towards whom we feel fraternal

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koifishart · 26 days

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I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>28<

Apart from them and the Arena boss, there were also two Orochi, Master Shibukawa, Shinogi brothers, and Baki along with Kozue, staring at his wife strangely, who also glared at the girl from time to time. There was also Retsu Kaioh, quite fit for Master Kenpo with a wooden prosthetic leg. Hanabi was delighted to lead them along her paths straight to the Tori Gate on the hill between forest and water, where he again saw dojo and home of his wife's family. At the entrance again, they met a black-haired woman in men's clothes, sweeping the sidewalk. The classroom was open, sister-in-law had to take a break for a while because the students were still stubbornly training. Or maybe it was not she who conducted the classes? Between them he noticed two clearly smaller individuals, dark-haired boys of quite strong build. They seemed oddly familiar to him, though he had certainly never seen them. Katsumi stepped forward as energetically as usual, smiling warmly at Hanabi. Guess he still didn't understand that he had no chance.

- Good morning Miss! - he told the woman in front of the house. - We're looking for a local master.

- You're looking at him right now. - she replied calmly, pausing her work and setting the broom upright. - Soga Yui, Black Fox, master of this dojo.

Black...? The question of his wife's Yang was even more confusing. Don't think he should really worry about it. At the same time, was increasingly admitting she was right - they were...reversals. It was enough to look into the eyes of sister-in-law to find out about it. Cold as rock, unshakable. She greeted the others with a nod, then glanced at Matsumoto.

- What's this "miserable"? - she asked bluntly.

- It's not nice... - Kozue growled.

- Girl...do you see that board? - mistress replied, pointing to a block of wood, at least 15 cm thick, placed in a frame standing near the entrance to the school. - I'll stop calling you "miserable" if you can punch a hole in it with your bare fist.

- But...it is...

- Not feasible? Will you break your hands? Possible. - black-haired girl said, not waiting for the sentence to be completed. - Both me, my sisters and our children over 8 have tried to do it. See the effects for yourself. Miserable.

He looked more closely. The bale was riddled with holes. There was a horizontal row of circular holes in it, definitely punched by a human hand. Over eight years old? Kaoru was very curious when Hanabi did it. He didn't have time to ask. Heard a nightingale chanting behind him, about geese walking in a row. When turned around, he saw another of his sisters-in-law. As always, she was dressed sweetly, in a pink sleeveless shirt, a white flounce skirt and high-heeled shoes. She flung her red hair over and soon he saw three little girls following her. All of them in bright dresses and flat shoes with bows. Tiny Fubuki was walking closest to her mother, with equally fiery ponies on top of her head. The other two stopped at the sight of him, making sure that their jaws didn't drop.

- Hyo, Arashi, nice to see you again! - Hanabi asked them.

- See, I said that uncle is huge! - The red toddler snapped at her sisters. - Hi, uncle!

- Hi, Fubuki.- he muttered, ruffling the top of small head.

-Oh gosh, Kureha, nice to see you... - Shizuka sighed at the sight of the muscular doctor. - ...but you shouldn't show up here. Ayame will be furious.

- Ayame is here? - he asked with heavily concealed hope.

- DIE SHINOGI. - growled the tall blonde behind him.

He had no idea if Kureha was happier or scared. The last of Hanayama's sisters-in-law. The imperious and uncompromising Ayame. Fair-haired, in thin jeans, a corset blouse without shoulders and high-heeled pumps. Two boys with her - one dark red, tall, well-built, the other slightly shorter, dark-haired, and next to him a very similar girl, looking a bit withdrawn. The oldest of the four descendants of Kitsune looked as if she was going to throw fists at the redhead, but on the other hand she was disgusted with it.

- May I know what you're doing here? - she hissed.

- Your grandfather invited us! - the man defended himself. - ME TOO.

- Divine punishment... - She sighed heavily, then turned to the crowd, completely ignoring the interlocutor. - Yuri, Razu, Ren, go get changed.

- Fine mom. - They answered in chorus, only to disappear behind a movable wall.

- M...mom? - Kureha grunted.

- Yes, imagine that some of us matured to parenthood. - The blonde chuckled, turning on her heel to follow the children.

There was an awkward silence. Shizuka slipped out unnoticed with her three. He met another of his wife's nephews. He remembered the day Hanabi had shown him behavior of children on the phone, when they were alone at home with her. This time he had the strange impression that they were definitely calmer. He gulped at Shinogi. He didn't look like he was going to let Ayame go, just...why? It's actually none of his business. General consternation was interrupted by Yui.

- Yuki! Yoshi! Show guests the rooms! - she called to the boys from the dojo.

- Yes, mother! - they replied.

The mystery was solved. Boys looked eerily like Black Fox. They took care of Tokugawa and Kozue's luggage, leading everyone inside. He and Hanabi went to their room, the same room they had occupied before, and in childhood it had belonged only to her. As soon as they unpacked, she disappeared, probably looking for her sister.

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Hanabi was glad to hear that they were going to Okinawa, even though she still felt that her grandfather would try to convince her again. She loved him, as he must have loved her, but she was not going to agree, even if he promised golden mountains. She wasn't a teacher in a dojo, she didn't have the teaching skills, the attitude Yui does, and besides... No, it wasn't a good idea. She found her in the inner garden. She was sitting on the grass, leaning against a rockery with a fairly large bonsai tree. Still in the dark shirt and pants hakama. Yui didn't look at her, but Hanabi knew her sister felt her. They always had a strange bond. She walked over, knelt beside her, then rested head on straightened knees. A hand appeared on her head, tenderly combing short hair.

- My Yin... - whispered the brunette, looking up with blue eyes.

- My Yang...

Grandpa Shigeru spent practically the entire day with the guests, proposing that they spend their time resting. So it wasn't without an evening visit to the family onsen located at the back of the house. She forgot about it completely. Hot springs. Apparently their great-grandfather established his nest in this place just for this. She wrapped a towel around herself, leaving only the dragon's head exposed, wondering if Kaoru would benefit. Traditionally, both of them should be excluded from such pleasures because of the tattoos they wear. Her back seemed to be no problem for the sisters, she hoped grandfather would pass over the image of Otokodachi with appropriate silence. Both quite large pools were separated by a fairly high bamboo fence. They could immerse themselves in warm water delicately scented with herbs and breathe. Next to her appeared Yui, with braids tightly tied as usual, opposite Ayame and Shizuka with buns neatly pinned at the tops of their heads, and Kozue, as if most in the middle, uncertain and flustered. Fortunately, a moment of conversation was enough for her to relax. Hanabi was well aware that her sisters were sometimes intimidating, but in fact they were nice.

- I was a little surprised by the group of children around you. - Matsumoto said. - I mean...you all look very young...

- And here are two or three? And quite large ones? - Shizuka laughed heartily, slightly covering her mouth with her hand. - You are as old as you feel, sweetheart.

- Neither of you looks like you're giving birth. - she continued blushing.

- Oh yeah, there's no hanging skin, wrinkles, stretch marks, tousled hair... - Ayame calculated. - Let's say...it was possible to survive. Childbirth is not always terrible and traumatic, although the fact may be.

The teenager looked as if she didn't understand the twisted logic of the interlocutor. Hanabi had a similar conversation many times, basically after each delivery, sisters had to talk to each other and said "what it was like this time". She didn't intend to interfere, she had no experience herself, and besides...thinks, but she's not yet mature enough to talk about it.

- There are many variables that affect how it will all go. For example your attitude or physical condition. - The blonde continued, tucking a falling strand behind her ear and settling more comfortably. - My firstborn was born on the express, a week later I wrote a colloquium on medical basics. Twins couldn't decide which would be born first, which almost torn me in two.

- And my births have always been fun! - The redhead laughed. - Especially the latter! The water broke in the shower, I ate my lunch calmly, I came by my own car...and when I stood in front of the hospital reception, Fubuki was pushing her head out! Nurses nearly died from experience!

- And how is it with anesthesia? - the girl asked.

- Epidural? - Shizuka asked. - Neither of us used.

- And so...just? Without anything? - Kozue's eyes grew larger and larger.

- "Children of the Fox", meaning every woman born in our family, are made to give birth. - Yui said sternly. - Besides, female bodies are shaped to cope in most cases.

Every conversation with the sisters ended the same in her case. She was given a whole range of advice and ideas on what to do, what to remember, why not to do something. It was evident that this principle didn't work on other people, or at least those unrelated.

The first days passed very quietly. Grandfather was surprisingly stoic for her company, not clinging to her that she should stay. It looked as if he was focused on the guests and their skills. And they had the opportunity to show off many times. Shigeru even hosted a mini tournament on their arrival to see what they could do. The dojo students didn't have much chance, but it was a good lesson for them too. She kept wondering when grandfather's bomb would go off, scattering smelly shit among four granddaughters, especially the two youngest. She didn't have to wait too long. It was the evening of the third day when his impatience had clearly reached its zenith. She guessed what was going on. According to him, Hanabi should be in control, she should be sitting next to him, and Yui should bow and obey her gratefully. Ultimately, Hanabi was to take over. She wasn't going to give him that satisfaction, didn't want to. Didn't change her mind. He probably blamed someone else.

- You don't know your place in line, girl! - he grunted nervously, barely glancing at Yui.

- What this time? - she sighed heavily, eating the rice from the bowl.

- You're just a surrogate master until Hanabi returns to her wits, and you act like it's all yours! - he snorted fiercely. - Over my dead body!

- Oh, really? Are you still under the illusion that she'll come back to cheerfully keep an eye on your bunch? You're a blind fool! - the woman snapped, getting up from her seat, then turned to the younger one. - I want a duel. When and where it doesn't interest me anymore. Let's figure it out once and for all, Hana.

She did not have time to react, because the sister turned abruptly on her heel and left, not worried about closing the door. Even stranger than the reaction of the always calm woman, was the fact that Kaioh ran right after her, throwing a dark braid around. Hanabi glared at the gray-haired man in dismay.

- Like you always can fuck things up beautifully, Grandpa. - she sighed disapprovingly.

- Weigh the words, child. A bit of culture. - he grunted, sipping his green tea.

- I'd like to, but you make it so difficult.

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Retsu was watching Yui from the first moment he saw her. At first he thought that she was an exceptionally frail man, when he came closer, saw a woman of exceptional beauty. She amazed him with her attitude, strength, skills...basically everything she displayed. For some reason, it seemed as if Master Shigeru had completely missed it, which he thought was a gross oversight. He had a perfectly cut diamond under his wing, and was blind to its wonderful brilliance. Even though she didn't say a word directly to him, nor did she glance at him with beautiful blue eyes, the old man's words ached alive. Moved, he ran after her, not quite sure what to do or say. Without thinking, he opened the door that had slammed a moment earlier behind the woman in dark hakama pants.

- Soga-sensei*, I...

- Yes? - she said in a low voice, turning slightly towards him.

It took him a few seconds to realize that he had burst into her room without knocking, and she was...going to change. She was standing in front of him, half naked, in only pants, with a white blouse in hands. Visibly firm breasts were obscured only by strong arms, naturally arranged on the sides of the body. A beautiful, strong body with clearly defined back muscles. He looked down, blushing all over his face.

- Eishu Retsu, master of Chinese Kenpo...Kaioh, am I right? - she asked as if nothing had happened. - It makes no difference to me whether you watch me naked or in my clothes.

- But that's...I am very... - he muttered under his breath.

- I am a soldier. I want to be appreciated for my skills, not my looks. - she said. - Can I help you with something?

- I am full of admiration for your skill, Soga-sensei! - he snapped forcefully, then abruptly turned and left, making sure he had closed the door behind him.

He shot out like a slingshot, burning with shame. How was he supposed to look her in the eye after something like this?! He admired the strength and fortitude of the young mistress, and as can see, he was absolutely unable to respect her personal space. Who knows where he would have gotten had it not been for the old man standing in his way. He invited Retsu with a wave of hand to him. It was rude to say no. They sat facing each other in a modest room, with a low table with a pot of tea and two cups between them.

- How about tea, Kaioh? - the man suggested.

- Thank you, Soga-sensei. - he replied.

- And I'd like to... - Shigeru laughed slightly, pouring the green liquid into the vessel. - Why such a violent reaction to my granddaughter's exit? I admit that I did not expect.

- With all due respect, Soga-sensei, I don't think you appreciate Yui-sama. She is a great teacher with a great heart for martial arts, a talented fighter. I... - he listed, unable to find the right words in the crowd of thoughts. - I... see something so amazing for the first time! Why are you so insistent that the youngest take over the dojo?

- I don't deny that Yui has great potential, but Hanabi is more appropriate. - the old man insisted, sipping his tea. - It's quite a long story, you just have to take my word for it that I know what I'm doing.

- What are you going to do, Soga-sensei? - Retsu worried.

- Oh, no big deal. Though it will take a while to prove to her that this young yakuza is a poor material for a husband. - he explained bluntly. - Although I have to admit, a first-class stud. Unusual muscle building. He will give my son perfect grandchildren.

- You want to destroy your granddaughter's relationship? - Kaioh said indignantly. - Just like that?

- The welfare of the family and school counts for me, young master. I have a bunch of great-grandchildren, I need a genius heir to take the dojo back to its glory days! - Shigeru laughed. - The first in line, as the one with the strongest predispositions, is the reincarnation of my great-grandmother, Little Fox. If, for the sake of the public, I have to break something... Too bad. Someday she will understand.

- It's monstrous! Aren't you afraid I will anticipate them?

- It won't change much... - he whispered, narrowing his eyes. - Besides, you don't look like the kind who likes to meddle in someone else's business.

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The good of the family? The good of the school? What about her happiness? The longer she listened, the more disgusted and wanted to wipe grandfather's nose just as badly. Trying not to creak a single wooden stave, she returned to the room where husband was waiting for her, as usually only in a white fundoshi. She collapsed against him, lean back against his muscular stomach and wrapped his arms around herself.

- Grandpa is going to divide us so that I can stay here. - she grunted grumpily. - Maybe not today, not tomorrow, not in a week...but he openly admitted that he would do whatever was necessary.

- I've been wondering for a long time, what Goro has to say? - Kaoru asked, brushing her long black fringe away from her green eye.

- He said he didn't interfere. He respects my decisions, but he doesn't intend to stand up to his father, so just cut himself off. - she replied with a shrug. - I guess he also thinks the whole thing is pointless.

- So it seems that we have to knock out the whole plan from the grandfather's head. - he replied softly, leaning down to her neck.

A warm shiver ran through her as his big finger brushed the hemline of neckline and prominent lips touched the skin on the back of neck. The other hand slid under the loose t-shirt. She thought. They had two problems to solve. One: school master function. Fortunately, she could easily get around the duel with Yui, they just had to play it well. Two: relationship with Kaoru. She absolutely wasn't going to get caught up in her grandfather's games, she didn't even see the need to prove anything to him...but how to discourage him? Husband was definitely not helping, starting out bolder and bolder. Cut fingers gently cupped one of the breasts for an equally subtle kneading. She turned to face him, placing a huge paw on her back.

- Honey... - she began, but was interrupted by a steel grip on her buttocks, lifting her up to sit on his lap.

He stuck his sweet lips into her, as he did every time he came back from a hard day, when just needed her company. If it were someone else, she would probably treat it as abuse, maybe even rape. But Hanabi knew her husband well enough that she knew how he wasn't particularly eager to talk about his feelings. It happened, a fact, but when he wanted something, just took it. In her case, he was surprisingly able to sense when she wouldn't mind. Guess that was one of the reasons she loved him...in some twisted, masochistic way.

- I always forget that I married a "bad boy". - she laughed beadily as she cupped big neck and tucked tiny fingers into raven hair.

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*Sensei - honorific title identifying the lecturer, teacher, master, also writers, doctors, politicians and all others who have achieved a certain level of mastery in their field

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I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

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Kaoru was busy again tonight, so she decided to take a look at the building that Wu Song had left her. She chose a black suit and a red shirt, with a dark short tie, she hoped that this way she would convey a subtle information about who she was, and that it was better not to get closer. She stood in front of the two-story building, swallowing nervously. She didn't dare to enter, certainly not alone. Not after what she saw in there. Was afraid she would find something else. Knowing him, that's exactly what it would be like. She sighed heavily, seeing the plaster peeling off, the broken windows on the upper floors, the extremely ugly and offensive graffiti in the lower parts. In fact, this is how she remembered the "school", saw it every day, and during the less than a year and a half when was gone, it changed only slightly. When they returned home that day, Kaoru told her that he knew the place. There was a brothel a long time ago. Amazing...she had never heard of it. Guess she would have noticed that had been training in the basement of a brothel for almost eight years? Or maybe not...? In a way, she was always curious about what this place looked like from the inside. Could check, after all, this was her building, but somehow she didn't want to. Instead turned on her heel and headed for Hanayama's apartment buildings. If you think about it, looked like the neighborhood she lived in, Suginami, had long been part of his territory since he closed the brothel. She must have really run away into her own life and problems that she didn't notice the yakuza wandering the streets. Or maybe knew, but considered it the norm? After all, the mafia snoops everywhere! She was halfway to the Shinjuku border when she noticed a strange commotion in one of the alleys, while her entire body bristled. Something was happening and she clearly didn't like it. At last she heard a scream, definitely feminine. Hanabi looked around to see if the police were in the vicinity, hastily put on black gloves, and made noiseless steps towards the scene. Instincts hadn't deceived her. A group of men raped a woman, could be her age or a little younger. She didn't think long. Without leaving the shadows, she stood behind the closest, grabbed his hair and slapped face against the wall of the building. He passed out, spewing blood. She immediately broke his neck. At the sound of the falling body, the other four flinched as they looked at her. This allowed to look at the victim. She barely believed her eyes...without the slightest doubt, it was Kozue. Beaten, in torn clothes, with blood dripping from her brow bone. One of the men put a knife to the teenager's throat, the rest became interested in the newly arrived woman.

- Well, well...what a visit, beauty... - one of them muttered disgustingly. - How sexy, in such a masculine outfit. Not that hard, come on, let's have some fun.

- I'm afraid that I am rather playing at your expense. - she replied dryly, snapping her knuckles.

- Miss, you don't mess with the yakuza. - her interlocutor growled.

- We belong to the strongest family on these streets, sweetheart. - the other snorted, approaching her.

- Pff...If so, then you should know that... - She laughed pearl, revealing her face. - ...my husband does not accept such attacks on his territory.

They frightened at the light green eyes. She didn't think Kaoru would accept them, he always personally decided on new members. They were bluffing, but knew her anyway because they started to withdraw. She wasn't going to wait for their consternation to pass. They weren't difficult opponents. It took a while to destroy them. The one with the knife to the girl's throat remained.

- Stand back or I'll kill her! - he gasped, completely terrified.

- Do you know who I am? - she asked calmly, tugging a strand behind her ear, tinkling with a row of earrings.

- Y...you are Hanabi Hanayama, wife of THIS Hanayama, the brawling master. - he replied, and his resonance decreased with each passing moment.

- So you know I won't let you kill her? - She replied coming up.

He was scared. Her aura did attract many men, but she was able to shape it to be terrifying. Firmly grasped the wrist of the attacker to free the teenager.

- Sweet dreams... - she whispered, then lightly plunged the knife into his throat.

Five dead, one raped, stressed and panicked girl, no stains on the suit. Nice balance.

- It's all over, Kozue. - she said, throwing a black jacket over her torn blouse. - Can you get up?

She nodded her head hurriedly, leaning on the supporting arm. She was weak and battered, but alive - that was what mattered most. Hanabi thought of only one place where she could take her. Fortunately, it wasn't far. After a dozen or so minutes of walking, they stood in front of a bright house lit by lanterns and a lamp above the ebony door. She pressed the bell button. After a while she heard slow footsteps and soft complaints. Shortly thereafter, the entrance opened.

-Hey daddy... - she said, going inside. - I'll explain everything to you in a moment. My room still free?

She refused to eat, she barely drank anything to swallow the sedatives she was given. Only after that did she fall asleep. Until then, Kozue was shaking with nerves, unable to utter a word. Hanabi guessed it must have been a terrible experience, most likely leaving a great wound on her life. As soon as everything calmed down, she sat down on the couch in the living room, handing her father a bottle of beer taken straight from the refrigerator. Yuzu vodka was waiting for her. She took a few sips, then sighed.

- You found her like this on the street? - Goro began. - Who is this anyway?

- Worse. Found them in the process. Scary sight... - she replied, hugging the can with both hands. - Kaoru's friend's girlfriend.

- Eh...you always get into something, daughter. - Soga muttered, ruffling the woman's hair.

As if on cue, the phone in her pocket rang. Well, this time she didn't take her backpack. It was supposed to be just a walk.

- Hey baby... - she began.

- Where are you? - she heard a low voice.

- At my father's. Emergency. I'm sorry didn't let you know, but there was no time. Thought I would be back sooner. - she explained briefly. - We'll see each other tomorrow.

- Are you OK? - The husband seemed to be more and more nervous.

- Absolutely, Kaoru... - She calmed down, then added, seeing her father's gestures. - Oh, fine, a few scrapes and bruise on the face. Nothing else. We'll talk tomorrow, I swear. Sleep well.

He hung up, also wishing her good night, and she felt that hadn't soothed husband's nerves in the slightest. She finished drink, put the can on the table, and after a while she laced the fingers of both hands in front of her.

- What are you going to do? - Goro asked.

- What is necessary...nothing else.

Luckily Kozue was about her size. Hanabi found fresh clothes for the girl from those she had left with her father and even forced a visit to the hospital. She wasn't surprised that girl didn't want to. It's not pleasant, but she had to be sure that no more harm had been done to her than it appeared. Fortunately, apart from the superficial wounds obvious in such situations, it was going to spread to the bones. Doctors also found no trace of pregnancy. She intended to follow the blow and refer the matter to the police, but this time the girl firmly denied that the perpetrators would not be caught anyway. In fact...she was right. "Justice" had reached them to some extent. To sweeten the hard times, Hanabi invited Kozue for a cake and a fruit cocktail. She ate slowly, it was hardly surprising. There was an awkward silence.

- I'm so sorry Kozue... - muttered the brunette.

- Teach me. - she heard in response.

- Wh..What?

- Teach me. - the brown-haired girl repeated a little more clearly, looking with the face of a pained dog. - Teach me how to deal with these situations, Hanabi-sama.

- No. - she replied quickly. - No ... Do you remember when I told you about my master? I'm even worse... I can't teach.

- Oh well... What doesn't kill me makes me stronger. Teach me. - the teenager threw.

- You don't know what you're talking about...

Matsumoto looked with a gaze that Lady Hanayama had never seen in her life. The effect was intensified by traces on the face and slightly swollen eyelids. She remembered the situation in which she had found a high school student the night before. Completely defenseless, powerless, doomed to someone's grace or disfavor. Hanabi has always considered herself strong and unbending. This time she buckled her neck.

As she returned home, she wondered what she would say to her husband. In this situation, she could not say everything! Or maybe should? But how will Hanayama react to the news? She buttoned one button of jacket and stuffed hands into pockets, quickening pace. She felt with all of her that it would not be easy. Didn't even notice how the smaller buildings or stalls she passed turned into the very center of Shinjuku. Skyscrapers, shopping malls, neon lights beating eyes with blinding colors... A few blocks and she will be at home, fall on the couch, and then try to put together the previous evening into a logical whole. A crowd of people gathered in the street stopped her. She heard snapshots of conversation about some fight. Chills ran down her spine. Hanabi broke into the spotlight, completely ignoring the complaints of the public. In the middle found none other than her husband in an immortal white suit, Kizaki next to him, and the young master of the Arena - Baki. Their strangest company, however, was the nearly two-and-a-half meter tall, absurdly disproportionately built...boy? He looked grown up from a distance, as she stepped closer and studied the face, she saw a rather handsome teenager wearing white t-shirt, baseball top and short blue pants. But judging by his muscularity, she still wasn't sure of his age. Additionally, his legs looked like he'd spent a lot of time curled up, almost as if he'd grown up like that. She came closer. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the forearm of her husband's deputy was very unnatural.

- Hanabi step back. - Kaoru said at the sight of her.

- What the... - She broke off in mid-sentence, giving a strangled cry.

In an instant, the woman lifted off the ground as if hadn't weighed a single gram. Hanayama looked unhappy, she could see the great veins slowly appearing on his face and neck. Something was holding her. This "something" turned out to be huge hands armed with long nails resembling claws. They belonged to a kid she still couldn't name. She immediately frowned in an angry grimace.

- Put me on the ground, right now! - she growled firmly, looking at him with pale green eyes.

He carried out the command with lightning speed and surprising delicacy. As she looked down at her feet, he huddled, hiding face under long hair. The crowd was surprised, she guessed that the newcomer must have made quite a mess. She was in no mood to argue with anyone. Especially with someone who brazenly invaded her personal space. Young Hanma laughed heartily.

- Hanabi-sama can subdue even a caveman!

- Briefly and firmly, as with my nephews. - she muttered, folding her arms under her breasts, then looked at husband. - Can you explain it to me?

- At home. - he replied shortly, taking her to him. - Hope you have something to tell me too.

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They returned to the apartment in complete silence. Kaoru glanced at her every now and then, it seemed that the topic didn't fit the chit-chat during the march. Fortunately, they weren't far from home. She didn't mind Kizaki's company, so they sat down in the office, Mr. and Mrs. Hanayama facing each other, in the massive armchairs, the deputy stood behind his back. He watched her twine thin fingers, collecting thoughts. He sighed heavily.

- Looks like my story will be shorter. - he muttered, pouring his bourbon. - We found out about this guy really by accident. No attack or other planned affair. Supposedly he lived in the time of the dinosaurs, the greatest discovery of our time. Still alive... He got out of the lab. We just waited for Baki, nothing else.

- In the meantime, such a fierce fight took place, or rather a scuffle, that you broke more glasses and tore your shoes. - she finished for him. - And Kizaki has a broken forearm.

- Better I wouldn't put it. - He laughed lightly, drinking the contents of the glass. - How about you?

She scooped her fringe back, revealing a green iris, and sighed. Think she was still looking for the right words or the beginning of this undoubtedly screwed up story.

- Have you hired someone new? - she asked bluntly.

- No, no one, Hanabi-sama. - his deputy replied. - For over half a year...

- So I judged well...would know them... - She muttered, rubbing her chin with her finger.

- Someone attacked you? - Kaoru asked.

- Not me. Five guys raped a woman in Suginami Alley. - she replied. - They said they belong to the strongest family in these streets.

- You interfered... - he said softly, rubbing his forehead.

- From what I remember, you do not approve of such practices on your streets, right? - she asked rhetorically.

- Wait..."the strongest family"? - Kizaki reflected. - If they were not ours...whose?

- There was no time to ask. And now...there's no way. - she said seriously.

He heard the soft clink of the deputy's teeth. He spilled the corner of his eye at him. Although he had known her for quite a long time, had seen a lot, still probably didn't expect such a development. Kaoru was different. It wasn't hard to tell she killed these guys. He knew that she had experience, murdering was not a big problem for her...only then sometimes hurt conscience. It didn't seem to hurt her anything this time.

He always liked to stay in bed longer over the weekend. He could cuddle up to her, listen to blissful, cat purr, kiss her sweet lips... Not this time. He was awakened by the phone call of Mitsunari Tokugawa, with an important message, or even another "you must be, Hanayama". He rolled his eyes, but after a while it turned out that the invitation was more interesting than might have guessed. The second part of the lounging in bed also failed. He looked around, his wife was nowhere to be found. Instead, heard a soft curse coming from the living room. He scrambled out of bed, to go towards the source. He found Hanabi lying on the carpet, directly in front of a large window overlooking the city skyline. Her right leg was placed behind, straightened, left in front, bent at the knee. She stretched arms out in front of her, along with the entire body. After a while lifted herself up on hands to reach the foot with one of arms and pull the back leg towards her. He could clearly see that she was trying to keep breathing steady, but something was bothering her, she couldn't calm down. So did him, seeing his wife stretching in a loose, rather tight-cut t-shirt and immorally short shorts. She shifted position again, this time leading right foot on sole, left leg straightening behind, leaning forward. She could drop to the ground, and yet still had a problem. After a while she returned to the sitting position on heels.

- Fuck... - She cursed softly again.

- Are you stretching? - he was surprised, sitting behind her back. - Somehow I never noticed.

- No no, it's yoga. I mean, it was supposed to be, but I'm not doing well today. - she explained, leaning forward again, torso on thighs and arms in front of her. - Shizuka taught me. Usually it helps focus and calm down.

- So you must be tired of something big. - he muttered, lying down next to her.

- I agreed to something I shouldn't...I mean, didn't want to... - she replied quietly. - Keeping my promise, but I don't know if it's good.

- Now that everything's up and running, just wait and you'll find out. - he replied philosophically, kissing the top of her head.

He could not move. Turning to the side, she wrapped arms around him and pulled him to her, sucking against his mouth. He pulled away gently, feeling there was still something wrong. He looked expectantly as saw her bite her lip.

- At such moments I miss My Yang... - she muttered softly.

- My energy is not enough for you? - he smiled half-mouth.

- Honey, don't be offended...I love your energy, I'm even addicted to it...but meant something else. - she replied. - My Yang is Yui. With her, I regain my balance when have a big problem with it. Haven't you noticed that she's a bit like me, just the reverse?

He thought. So still, his hunch was right. He noticed this very clearly during their last meeting. They looked VERY similar, behaved completely different. Hanabi was definitely more energetic, expressive and warm, but her sister was toned down, calm and cold. It didn't quite make up for it, after all, yin was supposed to be static and yang was going to be dynamic ... so what didn't he notice? Yui, on the other hand, was actually more masculine than his wife. He's lost his logic somewhere, but probably shouldn't worry too much about it.

- It's great, you'll have a chance to see...Your Yang. - he sighed finally. - Tokugawa called, he got an invitation from your grandfather, we're all supposed to show up in Okinawa. You haven't given him a chance to judge the capabilities of the warriors lately.

- It's kind of weird that he didn't call me. - she replied, leaning on her forearms. - But since you're going to take me with you, I don't think I have a choice!

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I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>26<

They left early in the morning. Kaoru sipped his whiskey while sitting in dark linen pants and a white shirt. Hanabi shook her nose but agreed. He also didn't want to argue. They were supposed to spend the whole week pleasantly, it would be a shame to start with a quarrel about such a trifle. He watched the clouds as he sat comfortably in the wide VIP seat of the plane's cabin. It was just them and the bartender wiping crystal clear glasses. Hanabi slept through the flight, resting head on his shoulder. She looked adorable, as always, when settled on him like a cat, only to fall asleep a moment later with a blissful expression on face. He remembered the dream he had had before woke up in the hospital. An animal with white fur and nine tails, green-eyed, just like her...but it's just a dream! Shook his head and looked out the window again. The clouds parted, he could see the area of the island and clearly cut off airport, all surrounded by a beautiful shade of azure blue. Hanayama chose a location that would make his wife as happy as possible - close to water, hiking trails, and vegetation. Waikiki's luxury hotels were a perfect match for both of them. They arrived in the ordered car. Halekulani Hotel turned out to be a really sizeable building with an impressive swimming pool. But they were more interested in the ocean, so he chose an apartment on one of the top floors. They had at their disposal a simple but tastefully decorated living room decorated in blue and white colors with a large terrace overlooking the open Pacific, cozy bedroom with large, bright bed with an ebony base, spacious bathroom with big, modern shower tray and quite large bathtub...which they both hardly fit in. They intended to use the richness of the local cuisine, which she probably enjoyed the most. He has long noticed that his wife loves to eat - lots and lots of variety. He was very impressed with the amount she could squeeze into herself. At the same time, he didn't notice that she gained weight. Yes, she made up for those "5kg" that she had been complaining about for several weeks, but didn't change much. He remembered the disappointed voices of his classmates complaining that they had to lose weight because they allegedly don't fit into their uniforms, when he was in high school. Hanabi had never had such a problem before, but the opposite - in fact, exactly as his father-in-law admonished him. They unpacked their luggage, and a moment later she was standing in front of him in a knee-length thin dress tied around her neck, speckled with tiny flowers and delicate sandals, flashing three stones on ring finger. By her expression, he recognized that she wished he would wear something else. Hanayama sighed, nodding at the same time. Soon after, they went out to look around the area. From the depths of the suitcase he pulled the first shirt she chose for him - short sleeves, lilac in color, and dark knee-length trousers. The walk was long and very enjoyable. She was right - weather was good, sun was shining long and hard, and cool, salty breeze made him feel thirsty twice. He would have burned alive if not for her stubbornness.

In the evening, he spread his arms on the back of the couch in the living room. They were hoping to find a nice movie. It looked to be a success - a detective comedy just in time for a quiet end to the day. Still, they didn't look too closely, they were preoccupied with themselves. She cuddled up confidently, he could feel a light, pleasant smell. Embraced her gently with one hand and was almost touching juicy lips, could see the metallic flash of a silver titanium ball on her tongue, when they heard a fragment of the dialogue from the television very clearly:

- Top shelf product! I was constipated for a week!

She immediately turned off the receiver so as not to hear any more. She dropped head onto his shoulder, sighing.

- Well, the atmosphere shitted itself... - she grunted softly.

- You heard that no. - he replied with a half-mouth smile.

Hanabi burst out into a pearly laugh as wrapped her arms around him. The summer dress was gone, replaced by a slightly revealing belly t-shirt and gently clinging shorts. Smelled like jasmine shower gel, still a little cool from a refreshing bath. She pushed herself up on her knees, propping them against his thigh so he could nest head against round breasts. There was a gloomy thought in his mind that if it weren't for Wu Song's idiotic attack, these breasts would fill up with food for his offspring to grow strong and healthy. He shook himself slightly. After all, nothing is lost! They are young, according to doctors, the miscarriage wasn't so fateful, they could still have children!

- Kaoru...

- Yes?

- Why me?

He frowned at her. She looked completely innocent, almost as if asking him if he wanted to eat eggs for breakfast.

- Why exactly did I interest you? - clarified the question. - I can't believe it was because I wanted to kill you.

He thought for a moment, recalling the day, or actually the evening, of their meeting and all the other women he had any contact with. How was she different from them? It's very simple...

- You were the first to treat me normally from the beginning. I didn't see any fear in your eyes. - he muttered, brushing back the fringe obscuring one of the green irises. - Other women took advantage of me, they were afraid of my position and appearance. You don't.

- And I had something to be afraid of? - she asked rhetorically, nuzzling his nose. - We're afraid of what we don't know. I knew you were dangerous, one finger of yours is enough to break my neck. The problem is, I'm not afraid of death. If she comes for me, I'll go by the hand with her, as with a friend.

- That's it? - he wondered, half-mouth smiling as cupped his arm around her thighs.

- Besides, I love that you are so BIG! - she laughed, placing hands on massive shoulders, pushing her face down. - I love every scar you have, every little history associated with them. I love what you are... As soon as I looked you in the face I knew that we would at least get along. It turned out as it came out.

>>><<<

Hanabi slept like never before, the great bed and the cool Pacific breeze did their job. She felt really refreshed. Most of all, the bear slept next to her, although he usually left at this time. Could cuddle up, cling to him, soak up the manly scent, hear calm breathing. She could always tell by ear if he was asleep. It didn't take long before he woke up, wasn't actually hiding it. Apparently casually, rolling on his side, hugged her waist, but moments later she felt great fingers creeping up her back towards thighs. She didn't resist, they had time for themselves, no one would suddenly come up with the information that they had to separate. She reached up to sliced face to take it gently, move closer and sink tongue into his mouth as he bent her knee, resting muscled thigh against his hip. It has been a long time since she felt such an intense, yet delicate, intimate bond. As if all her senses had sharpened and headed towards him, waiting for the touch of a rough tongue, subtly salty taste of skin, distinctive smell, gleam in his hazel eyes, and that lovely low voice that made her shiver.

- Good morning, darling... - he croaked right into her ear.

- Good morning... - she whispered in response, hugging thick neck.

She pulled him to hover over her without breaking another kiss that miraculously held them together. Not a moment passed when felt the tip of his fingertip wandering down the pelvis to get right between her legs, causing a sigh and a wave of pleasure. Instinctively, reached for a tense manhood, surprisingly ready for action.

- Kaoru, you remember what the doctor said. - she muttered a bit grumpily.

- I remember. No trying to get a baby for the next few weeks. - he replied, leaning over her round breasts. - That doesn't mean no sex after all, does it?

- ...true... - she replied, blushing.

He was right. The medic who wrote her out didn't mention their restraint. Of course, the madness was out of the question, but the basis for her recovery would be a lack of fertilization. A few weeks have passed since was in the hospital, had been waiting a long time for him. She wanted to. She longed for his closeness, and at the same time knew that if anything happened, one word was enough. More shivers ran down her spine, along with another long and thick, slashed finger sliding into her pussy. Felt so good... When met Hanayama, hadn't expected that she would be able to trust him to such an extent. After all, he's a mafia boss, has games and arrangements at his fingertips, and the use of force and domination in blood! Still, hadn't lied, she had never been afraid of him. Knew the danger of this relationship. She took a chance, didn't regret it. Tightened her hand lightly on the penis, sliding the skin off, which definitely accelerated the beating of a big heart. He looked at her with great hunger. Hanayama lifted wide hips slightly with free hand to stack the pillows under her buttocks. He gently pulled his fingers out to take a taut cock to take their place. He pampered her from the inside in a completely different way than before. Each thrust was amazing, as if it wasn't one big, but a dozen smaller ones, however strangely it was clear in her head. She tightened on him a little harder, for a split second, simultaneously clenching hands on massive shoulders. Glanced slightly to the side, towards the nightstand where she found colored paper. Mystery solved...sly husband decided to surprise her with a fancy condom. She laughed as felt another wave of heat, then sucked against his mouth.

>>><<<

Such a well-started day had to be celebrated with an equally good breakfast. They chose a local specialty - Loco Moco, beef with an egg on rice, and additional vegetables. Hanabi looked like was about to fly when she saw a plate with great amount of protein. Kizaki was right, they both needed rest and cut off from mafia problems. First of all, they needed time and space just for themselves. Hanayama worried about her as she recovered in the hospital and later at home. He could see her walking pale but keeping her style. It amazed him. Tempted. Wanted to feel her body very much, even for a moment...but swore he would give her time. He didn't want to hurt his wife in any way.

They spent their days hiking, which he even started to like. Kaoru always liked to move on his feet, but was used to concrete and paving stones, and Hanabi usually avoided paved roads. The first warm-up point was Ala Moana Park. He was expecting something else, and she was also a bit disappointed, but quickly found a way to improve her mood - Aloha Tower, with breathtaking view of the ocean and the city, as well as a whole range of street sweets. Acai Bowl with fruit, malasadas, red velvet pancakes stuffed with coconut cream and chocolate...she swore the papaya ice cream boat was next. Hanayama barely noticed her tucking a rather large bag full of ube tarts into her backpack. He didn't miss the climb to the Diamond Head crater, and on the way the amazingly mesmerizing colors of the Waikiki Aquarium. Wife made sure that he didn't run out of various activities. After all, it would be a shame to come back from Hawaii without swimming in this part of the Pacific, right? She struck his taste again. As soon as took off her light dress, it turned out that was hiding a beige, almost flesh-colored swimsuit under it. On the back it looked like two pieces, revealing two tattoos - koi carp and dragon - but in the front these fragments were connected by a mesh that subtly covers a flat stomach with delicately cut muscles. He felt a warm shiver sprint down his spine. She bent down to hide clothes in her inseparable backpack.

They spent almost every evening at the beach. The sun was reluctantly hiding behind the horizon, but they were eager to enjoy the warm rays and free time. Hanabi lay down on a colorful blanket, leaning on forearms to better see the surroundings, and he decided to organize something stronger. Hadn't had much to drink since arriving. Kaoru glanced in her direction from the bar. She was beautiful, long-legged, perfectly proportioned to him by strong muscles. Despite everything, looked very petite with him, and that was what he liked best. A light breeze blew across the thin, translucent shirt, revealing and obscuring the fleshy swimsuit over and over again. Her pale green eyes were hidden behind the large lenses of her sunglasses on which a black mane fell. Men liked her, he knew it perfectly well. Had seen all those greedy looks on the street as she walked beside him, especially in the short skirts and high heels. He didn't delude himself that would miss this aspect on vacation, so wasn't surprised by a group of teenagers approaching his wife. Hanayama reached for the thick glass dishes served to him. It was enough to look at their stature and, as if casually, tense muscles to guess what they were trying to do. As usual with her company, guys got monkey wits. He headed towards her.

- Hey baby, aren't you bored with lying in the sun? - one of them asked, blonde with a proud expression, almost like young Orochi. - Maybe I'll teach you to surf?

- Get lost, such a beautiful lady will definitely prefer luau*! - the other snorted, bowing low. - Invite...

- Or maybe a romantic dinner for two? - proposed the third, redhead.

He didn't interfere, just sat down next to her and handed over a glass with a dark drink and ice cubes. Black Russian, he knew perfectly well that she liked. She took a sip, tilting glasses up and staring at them playfully.

- Boys, you need to discuss dates with my husband... - She laughed, cuddling up to him. - Right, honey?

He didn't have to say anything. His stature and the mass of scars on his face and chest, exposed by an unbuttoned shirt, were enough. He looked from beneath the bull, air escaping from the taut muscles of the youths. They disappeared as soon as they appeared. He put arm around her and she arched toward him to steal a gentle kiss.

- How is it that you attract men so much? - he asked, sipping half a glass of whiskey in one go. - It's not the first time someone's stuck to you.

- Such a Kitsune charm. If you believe the whole story with my kinship with the mythical fox, me and my sisters, like every woman born into our family, were made to attract the opposite sex. - she replied seriously, sipping her drink slowly. - Don't worry, honey. I can't see the world outside of you!

He smiled slightly as pressed her to him. He knew she was telling the truth. Has proved it many times. He had no right to doubt. She revealed pale green eyes as tucked glasses over forehead.

- Kaoru...remember how you commented on my tattoo? The first. - she muttered, looking at him.

- I asked if you heard the legend of carp turning into dragons at the end of the Yellow River. - he replied, taking her jaw gently.

- I want to be your koi fish, dearest. - she whispered as he approached. - And even if it takes forever, I will swim to the end of the Yellow River to be a dragon for you.

>>><<<

She had to agree with both her husband and his deputy. The week in Hawaii was slowly passing and she felt much better each day. Got up more and more refreshed, sleeping soundly, less and less often with dark thoughts or sad memories. But still couldn't get rid of that one piece of information. Hanabi knew full well that if didn't leave it there, she wouldn't be able to go any further. But was there a way to do that? In fact...she considered several options. But the more thought about them, there was only one left, but there was no opportunity.

On the eve of departure, they chose the hiking route together. Lulumahu Falls. The charming rainforest, incredible closeness to nature and the vision of a beautiful waterfall made her rush him from the morning. Bearing in mind the possible more difficult terrain, she put on more solid footwear than delicate sandals, perfectly matching shorts and a light blouse with a back holding a dozen or so colored strings. Didn't care if anyone saw tattoos. She wasn't ashamed of either of them, or of being a yakuza wife. He chose dark pants and a purple shirt. She was happy to leave the city, becoming more and more wild and natural. It was different from the previous journeys. The neighborhood definitely calmer, at one point she realized that hadn't seen anyone for a long time. Hanabi paused to sit on one of the rocks scattered along the stream. She felt his presence behind back, followed by a bear hug moment later. Incredibly safe again. Had no idea how he did it, but from the very beginning, his touch was enough to keep all evil away. She just knew they could handle it, whatever happened.

- Something's bothering you, right? - he muttered against her face. - I've seen it in the morning.

- This trip was a really great idea, honey. You were right, we should both take a break away from all this... - She replied, rubbing his cheek lightly with hand. - The problem is, I still can't get rid of one thing, and I want to leave it here...taking it with me at the same time.

- Sounds impossible. Do you already have an idea how to do it?

In response, she unlocked the phone, moved it several times and showed frugal, tiny graphic. Two connected symbols - Mars and Venus. She didn't have to explain.

- ...true, we didn't know the gender... - he muttered, taking her left wrist and rubbing his thumb over the skin under her ankles. - But I haven't seen anyone here who could make a tattoo.

- Maybe I can help? - they heard a low voice.

Behind them, on the other side of the road, a man of forty or so sat in a clump of leaves on a flat rock. Dressed in a tank top and short, dark pants with short-cropped hair. On his neck she noticed a dark strap with a shark's tooth and a colored stone, two-centimeter wooden tunnels in his ears, and all over his body...a lot of tattoos. Mostly black, but found a few colored elements. They looked like traditional Hawaiian patterns. Next to him lay a basket with needles on long bamboo sticks and dishes, most likely with carcasses. She saw a similar set in Kunimatsu's house, when she showed up with him about the rainbow dragon among the flowers of Sakura. She looked around a bit. Behind him, among the trees, she noticed a tiny hut in which he most likely lived. From there he had to come, since she hadn't noticed anyone's presence before. It was a crazy idea, damn dangerous, especially if you know a thing or two about tattooing anything and the possible consequences...but maybe that was the idea she needed? Such a solution? She came up to the man showing him the picture on the phone screen.

- Would you have a moment for one small thing, sir? - she asked bluntly.

- I don't think it turned out so brightly colored, but other than that, no problem. - he laughed. - Are you sure?

- Not one thing. Two. - Kaoru replied as he walked over to them, taking his watch off his left hand.

She turned to him with a surprised look, only to smile as warmly as possible a second later. He was really sweet in his expressions of solidarity. Hanabi guessed her husband was in as much suffering as she was...maybe even more. There was no doubt, however, that it was HANAYAMA, he didn't manifest his suffering, especially when there was no one left to punish.

It didn't take long to make two tiny tattoos, they agreed on the price, thanked him politely, so that a moment later the two of them were back on the trail. Viands for lunch - a Poke Bowl caught in the city - they ate in the charming surroundings and the company of the almost 100-meter-high, pleasantly buzzing Lulumahu waterfall. She leaned back against his muscular torso, inhaling the moist air and his scent.

- I love you Kaoru. - she muttered, looking in his direction.

The return flight passed them just as calmly as the one to Hawaii...though she might have been wrong, because had slept on his shoulder from the road from Japan. She had the overwhelming feeling that they were coming back more "together" than were before. However, they had to get back to the ground a little to carry on with what Kizaki was holding in their absence. From the armchair level in the VIP cabin, while making her time with a fruit and protein cocktail smuggled in her backpack, she was developing a task framework for the nearest future. The smartphone turned out to be such a handy tool! It was enough to find the right application, and her calendar was instantly transferred from the computer to a small contraption. One of the highest points that she set herself was to take care of the building, which she inherited, whether she wanted it or not. Cleaning up official matters shouldn't be a problem, but worse with the development of decaying building or rather decision to demolish it. She had to think it over, and even discuss it with Kaoru, because who knows, what if such a niche location would be useful?

Back in Tokyo meant Hanayama had to show off his class again. She had no idea how he had done it, but was wearing a purple shirt and...pale pants. Miraculously, all week she hadn't noticed the elegant crocodile leather shoes, which were again tapping their heels against the hard cobblestones lined in front of the airport entrance. It was true that Hanabi didn't expect that he would take this particular set, but she knew perfectly well that he would wear something very typical for himself. Unable to afford such a simple crush on the morale and respect of her husband, she also dressed something with class and unforced elegance, albeit with a hint of ease, after all, she came back from vacation! She put on a white, thin sweater, a black skirt, thin, dark tights and lacquered heels with red soles. Even wore the necklace he gave her on Valentine's Day. The entire team was waiting for them, including the reliable Kizaki at the helm. His expression showed that he was very pleased with their return, as well as the condition in which they returned. He spoke to them again by her favorite term, "Mr. and Mrs. Hanayama", the one she had been waiting for each time, simultaneously opening the black Mercedes door for them. She fell down onto the leather seat with delight.

- Hope you rested properly, boss? - Kizaki began courteously as soon as they left the airport grounds.

- It looks. - Kaoru muttered in response, hugging her. - Right, Hanabi?

- I feel much better! With one exception. I won't look at coconuts for the next month. - she sighed, tucking a strand behind her ear. - I've seen them everywhere... fresh coconuts, split coconuts, coconut shreds, coconut water, coconut butter, coconut milk, coconut bowls... ALL coconut! Enough.

He laughed, pressing her even tighter. She would have liked to stay longer, but she was probably more happy to see them coming back. Especially since it was lighter with a lot of problems.

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*Luau - a summer Hawaiian feast or the name of a dish made of colloquium leaves, coconut cream and chicken

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koifishart · 26 days

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I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>25<

He was sitting again at one of those boring but necessary meetings where his deputy spoke expertly and beautifully about how much they are in a dark financial ass. Listened with one ear, wondering what else could be done. They had kareoke clubs, discos, arcades, a sumo stable, they ran a neat, lucrative smuggling, the stock market also worked pretty well... How could they be in the red? In fact, the needs of the entire triad have increased recently, mainly because of this tasteless dwarf who stood in his way. Kaoru believed that taking over his lands was enough. He was wrong. Fortunately, his private funds weren't imminent to deplete, otherwise he would have to reduce his purchase of bourbon considerably. And so since Hanabi moved in with him, drank less... He wondered, how was it possible that his wife didn't want any money from him? Could she have had such savings after recent assignments? Possible, but unlikely, considering when Hanabi was carrying blood on her hands. Or maybe she was disgusted, after all, of dirty money? It didn't fit either... She was surprisingly independent, even for her. In addition, after the recent events, it seemed as if gathered herself very quickly. She didn't mention anything, he didn't even hear crying in the corners, didn't see her tears. She was acting...normally. He got up from leather chair as soon as the deliberations ended and headed for the exit. His deputy stopped him. It was evident that he had a serious topic, but it was unlikely to be about all this talk about hardships, finances, problems, ups and downs. He seemed rather...happy? He didn't have bad news, then?

- Thank you for your presence, Boss. - he began. - It's been very good for morale, especially after what has happened over the past weeks.

- No problem. - Hanayama replied.

- I think that in the multitude of tasks and in the face of difficult events, you may have forgotten something important, Boss, so I am in a hurry to remind you. - the man continued.

- What do you mean, Kizaki? - Kaoru asked, straightening his glasses with his middle finger.

Sometimes these approaches irritated him. He wished his deputy would speak straight off the bridge. They had known each other for a long time, he took care of Hanayama after his parents died, and although he didn't know all, they could afford a little more honesty and less corporate politeness.

- I'm talking about your honeymoon. There was no time before, and I think both you, Boss, and Hanabi-sama, deserved a moment of peace more than anyone else. - The brunet came out.- You both need some rest. Maybe a week in Hawaii?

>>><<<

His group meeting in the middle of the day was convenient for her. Hanabi put on tight jeans, a loose, thin sweater, wedge sneakers, and a moment later set off on the long-known route leading from Hanayama's apartment building, through the subway station, to her father's house. She tried not to burden husband with her sadness, but still couldn't come to terms with the loss of the child. Though on the other hand...if it had happened later, she would have felt movements under her heart, it would have been even worse. Goro tried his best, even making her beloved spice tea, the one she always drank when she felt sad. This time, it didn't heal the aching soul so easily. She looked around the apartment, sipping a warm brew, spicy ginger biting her nose, soothing cinnamon and sweetening with honey. Had he organized someone to clean up? Or maybe out of boredom, because of her absence, had more time for mundane things? Maybe it turned out that he could handle such matters himself? Actually, she never asked him if had anything to help him, organize something...she just did, wanted to be helpful. Perhaps automatically, she wanted to FEEL needed so that he wouldn't reject her like his mother? TFU! She knew perfectly well that father wouldn't leave her, whatever happened! He has proved it many times, and yet...

She hadn't even noticed that he had disappeared from the living room. After a moment came back, sitting next to her and putting arm around her. Hanabi put the cup down, feeling unimaginable powerlessness. For the first time in a long time, she cried helplessly in Goro's embrace like a child, flooding his cotton t-shirt with a sea of tears.

- Cry, baby. Cry. - he whispered, stroking shaven head. - Spit it out.

- Daddy...I feel so bad...I could definitely do something! - she sobbed. - I could have been more attentive, stronger!

- You could, you're probably right. It doesn't change the fact that you won't turn back the time. - he replied matter-of-factly, hugging her to chest. - The milk has already spilled out. Wipe it off and keep going. Change the future.

She snuggled closer, feeling a strong spasm. The last time she had felt so nasty was the day SHE had left them. They were never particularly tight, but it still hurt to the brim. Hanabi didn't know how long they sat motionless, she heard nothing but her own crying and soft music oozing from the player standing nearby. The doorbell interrupted a moment. Tore her tearful face from father's shoulder.

- Expecting guests? - she asked, sniffling.

- I don't think... - he sighed, wiping the tears from her cheeks. - Wash your face with cold water, baby. I'll see who it is.

He was right, should bring herself to a relative order, probably looked terrible. She locked herself in the bathroom, turned on the tap. Looking in the mirror, barely recognized herself. Teary red eyes, water dripping from her nose, mouth unnaturally forming against her will, disorder on her head. Nothing unusual in this situation... She swallowed, catching the tiny metallic glow from the surface of the sink with her eyes. Clean on top, still messy on the inside. Father left a razor blade lying next to his toothbrush. She looked around. It was amazing how the whole room lost color when she took a few bottles of her favorite shampoos out of it. Took the piece of metal gently with right hand, taking care not to cut herself. Focused her eyes on it for a moment. It was slightly bent, reflecting a silvery glow, alternating with a charcoal shadow, almost like a crooked smile. Her head raged. Put the razor blade back in its place hastily and slammed the cupboard door behind it. She leaned over the sink to pour icy water over her face profusely. Heart beat faster, breathing quickened. She didn't know what was the reason.

Coming out of the bathroom, she realized that it was louder in the house. Heard a few voices, strangely familiar. Had his friends come to her father? No, it was definitely female voices. She entered the living room and was speechless. They were always there when she had a problem, or was Goro just calling them every time?

- Gosh, Hanabi-chan, what a bold haircut! - Junko said happily, coming up and hugging with her arms. - It suits you!

As usual, she braided her long hair, only changing the elastics for more colorful and fancy ones. She looked around. They all looked as if they had been pulled from shopping. She barely recognized them without their uniforms.

- We heard that you were to come over, so decided to get you out into the city! - Madoka said happily. - Soga-san, won't you be offended if we steal Hanabi?

- Of course not, have fun. - Father replied with a smile.

- But... - she sighed in surprise, tossing a strand of hair behind her ear.

- No BUT, come on! - Shiori snapped, pushing her almost out the door.

She didn't fully communicate, as if had jumped out of her own body and didn't recognize the area. In fact, felt like not her. She had lost all confidence, didn't care. All she could do was pretend she was still the same...but what would Kaoru say? Hanabi promised not to leave him, but what if she can't make it on her own? Plus, she was still afraid he wasn't telling her something. Hanayama looked like he didn't care a bit about all this, he cut the topic off. What if it was better this way? Maybe that's what she should do - forget as soon as possible and stop torturing herself?

- HANABI! - she felt someone poking her shoulder. - You left us again!

She looked into Madoka's eyes as if seeing her for the first time. Completely didn't understand what was happening to her. The friend flung her hair around them, spreading a joyful, fruity perfume around. She always liked it, and so did energetic music.

- Come on, tell us what happened! - Madoka threw, embracing her. - We can see that something's wrong!

- It...doesn't...

- Hanabi-chan, don't lie. You didn't move your cappuccino, always eat the froth with a spoon! - Misaki replied, nibbling on her sugar cookie.

She felt the tears running down cheeks again. Less fast than with the father, maybe even they end somewhere? Another warm arm encircled her on the other side.

- In fact, your dad called me, asked us to talk to you because it's not good. - Shiori muttered surprisingly seriously. - Speak, the pain broken into parts bothers less.

- I... I... lost my baby shortly after I told Kaoru he was going to be a father. - she whispered, propping head in hands and sniffling. - I was attacked in broad daylight, the embryo didn't survive the fall.

She watched their faces show pain, terror and great shock. The arms around her tightened tightly. She felt a little better. Maybe she really needed a conversation, a safe place, to let out all her suffering?

- I feel so mean! Especially to husband! I was too weak...

- Hey, hey, hey! Moment! No such! - Madoka said belligerently, turning face to her side. - It's not your fault!

- Madoka is right, you aren't at fault! - Junko agreed to her. - Such situations happen...

- You didn't go around with a note on your back, "hit me, I'm pregnant ". - added Shiori. - Maybe it was just supposed to be like that? Maybe it's too early for children? Or maybe bad luck will hit everyone?

- Besides, from what you told us every time, Kaoru-san is a decent guy and he certainly doesn't blame you! - Misaki summed up.

If you think about it, they were right. But what could she do to forget? Rested her head on Madoka's shoulder, slowly eating the froth of her cappuccino. Before it was completely gone, the phone in her backpack rang. She answered hurriedly, seeing the personal information on the screen.

- Kaoru? I thought you were in a meeting. - she was surprised.

- It went pretty well, it's over. - he muttered in response. - Are you busy?

- Er... I'm sitting in a cafe with my friends. - Hanabi threw, at which they clearly brightened up.

- How about a week's trip to Hawaii? Such a...postponed "honeymoon". - he asked immediately.

She thought for a moment. Was he reading her mind? Or maybe...not him? Kaoru usually didn't mind remembering such things unless he wrote down somewhere.

- I completely forgot! - she laughed. - Always happy with you, sweetheart.

- So it's settled. - he replied happily. - Departure tomorrow morning.

- What?! - she snorted, almost choking on the rest of the foam.

He hung up so he was unlikely to hear it. She drank a few sips, and after a while she falls again on her friend's shoulder.

- Something happened? - Shiori was surprised. - You just looked happy.

- And actually I'm still...because...you see...after the wedding we didn't have time to go on a honeymoon, and now it has calmed down a bit...

- Your husband is taking you somewhere?! - Misaki squealed. - Oh gosh, where?!

- To Hawaii. Week. From tomorrow. - she said as if she was firing a rifle. - And I don't have a swimsuit.

- So there is no help... - Junko sighed. - We have to save your marriage, Hanabi-chan.

- What do you mean? - The brunette worried.

- Time for shopping! - Madoka said happily.

She thought that this declaration terrified her, but the unpleasant emotions reached their zenith when they stood in front of a huge shopping center full of talking people, loud music, children crying for ice cream under their feet, shops with immorally skinny and bent models dressed in colorful cloths... And all this was bathed in white, artificial light, which made her eyes and head ache terribly. She couldn't be happy like them, was irritated by all the larger groups, so usually shopped in such places in the morning or in the late evening. Nevertheless, in a short time they managed to find the right outfit. It was probably only thanks to them that she didn't run out of there with a terrible scream. With the winning purse in hand, they set off for the cold shakes. By the way, Hanabi decided to follow Kaoru's example and put him in front of a fait accompli. After all, she was so tired that could barely put legs in front of her. By a strange coincidence, as she was already approaching the exit door, noticed a familiar silhouette making its way to the underground parking lots. A tall man, long, slicked hair, a perfectly tailored suit, black shirt, white tie. There was no mistake, especially since as soon as he turned around, a golden pin, which she knew all too well, flashed. It looked as if he recognized her immediately.

- Hanabi-sama? - He was surprised, walking up to her and bowing lightly to her friends. - What are you doing here?

- I could ask you the same, Kizaki-san. - she muttered with a smile.

- Hanabi-chan, do you know each other? - Shiori asked, peering over her shoulder.

- It's...er...my husband's associate. - she replied hastily, deciding that this version would be the closest to the truth and the least painful.

- I guess we're going in one direction. Can I give you a lift, Hanabi-sama? - he made a slightly veiled proposal.

- You're falling from heaven! - she said with relief, then turned to her friends. - Thanks for everything! I won't be able to repay you!

- We'll come for the repayment of moral debts! - Madoka laughed.

It had been a long time since she had fallen so eagerly onto a cold leather sofa. Lifted legs a little higher, tired from the day's walk. She probably shouldn't have made such an effort yet, but felt it was for the best. Kizaki stood behind, Hanayama was sitting on the other side of the low table, he was staring at her through narrowed eyes. She let go of the bundles of bags, then rubbed face with hands.

- How I hate shopping... - she growled nervously.

- Then why did you buy yourself so many things? - husband asked matter-of-factly.

- Oh no, this is the only thing for me. - she sighed, pointing to the small package that landed closest to her. - The rest is for you.

She watched as he supposedly surreptitiously eyed the bags, especially the names of the stores where she had been. All clothing. He wasn't satisfied, she was well aware of it. She had known him long enough to know that he preferred to follow the least resistance in terms of dress. He was not a fancy type - classic and elegance above all. 90% of his outfit consisted of a shirt, elegant, pressed to the edge of trousers and a jacket. At least that was how she saw him most often. At home, if he had time to change, he rarely chose a tracksuit. Even though they were married, she didn't dare to look into his wardrobe to see if its contents were really boring than James Bond's.

- But I have clothes for the trip, it's unnecessary. - he replied, suggestively adjusting his collar, this time, surprisingly, without a necktie.

- Ou... then I'm not going anywhere. - she murmured, theatrically turning to face the back of the couch. - Have a nice trip to Hawaii, honey. Bring me some souvenir.

Wished she had seen his expression. The modest compensation was the complete stupor on the deputy's face, which could see perfectly well. As she decided, did so. She was going to bring him to a fait accompli. Either he agrees to her terms or he goes alone.

- But Hanabi-sama, everything is ready. - Kizaki began rather hesitantly. - Besides, you both should rest.

- What's the problem for me to rest here? - she asked rhetorically, then lay down on her back to be able to look at both of them unhindered, keeping a completely innocent face. - I have three reasons to opt out of this trip. First of all, I checked the weather, it'll be awfully hot. Long pants come off or you'll be burned with hell fire, and I don't want to look at it. Secondly: it's supposed to be a HOLIDAY and REST, not a business trip, so what do you need a suit for? Third and most importantly: a young woman in a bikini and a guy in a suit will look like a high school student with a sponsor, or worse...a luxurious slut with Alfons!

She put a pin in him, yes. Knew he was absolutely against prostitution. Hanabi didn't want to use dirty tricks against him, especially such, but he gave her no choice. Struggled to find something he would like, especially something that would suit such a huge bull, so he could at least peek, not perch. She folded her arms under her breasts, pouting a little. Time for a final push.

- I was counting on a lovely week with my young, attractive husband... - she growled grumpily. - ...but if you want, we can celebrate our marriage separately.

She glanced sideways. It was written on his face that he agreed to her terms, although they didn't quite suit him. The white suit has always been his status indicator and comfort zone. She wanted to get him out of it for a moment, to see only the loving man and not the strongest Yakuza member behind his back. Without saying a word, he reached for the bags on the floor and took them to the bedroom, throwing a short "fine" in her direction. She sang a mute triumph as felt a warm hand on shoulder.

- I'm impressed, Hanabi-sama. - Kizaki whispered.

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He didn't like that side of her personality if she used it against him. No matter "for his sake" or not, didn't like the way she watched everything closely and remembered it well, though in fact, it was often very helpful. Her head was like a huge collection of files and hooks for everyone. Hanayama took out some of the things she had chosen for him. It seemed she knew more about him than he did. He liked the new garments surprisingly, but was unlikely to wear them on a daily basis. In fact, could afford a bit of slack during the trip, but in Tokyo he had to present himself whether they liked it or not. Amazing eye, she even hit with size, which wasn't easy at all considering Hanayama's size. He sighed heavily. She was right, he would feel strange even sitting with her in such circumstances in a suit or even an elegant shirt. He heard the shower hum from behind the wall. She went to take a bath, so Kizaki must have returned to his place. He hung his clothes on a rack to wait for his return from the islands. He entered the bathroom without knocking, and she turned abruptly. She looked surprised for a moment, but her expression quickly changed to a warm smile. He tossed the fundoshi on the tiles and hugged his wife, resting head against her wet hair.

- Thanks. - he muttered near her ear.

- You're welcome, honey. - she replied, gently rubbing scarred cheek. - Anything for you.

He ran hands over flat, slightly tense stomach, and she tensed tighter for a split second and held her breath. She worried him. He placed one paw on her shoulder, the other on hip, and at the same time she cuddled up tighter with her back and hung head slightly.

- How's your father doing?

- In the old way...he seems to be doing well without me, but still doesn't remember a few things. - she replied, laughing slightly. - We sat down, talked, and then it turned out that he called my friends from high school.

- That's nice of him.

- So...nice...

She sniffed. He felt her slide along his body and sink heavily onto the cold tiles heated by the jets of water. Kaoru knelt beside to put arms and legs around her, as always did when he was in pain and wanted to hug her as tightly as possible. She trembled, covering her face. He guessed what they were talking about. She still couldn't get over it. Lost her first child. BOTH lost.

- Hanabi...

- Father is the same as always. Order on the outside, mess on the inside. - she said, as if from things. - He couldn't even put the razor blades back in place...

Her left hand closed around his wrist. It didn't sound very good. He remembered the scars she had shown him the day the exam results were announced. She had a hard time behind her, Hanayama was afraid it would come back. He didn't want her to hurt herself again out of powerlessness and presumed loneliness. Hugged her tighter.

- What did you do? - asked, trying to sound as gentle as possible.

- ...nothing... - she whispered, shaking head and looking at him. - Absolutely nothing.

He brushed her hair back and kissed bright forehead, feeling her arms wrap around him. She found enough strength to let go of dark thoughts and any momentary solutions. He was proud of her.

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I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>24<

His stay in Okinawa seemed to have helped a little. Kaoru started talking to her again, instead of muttering, she even noticed a smile on sliced face sometimes. He had a little more energy than usual, and directed most of...into overprotection. Kaoru helped her as much as he could; if he had time they went everywhere together; it was close and he would have forbidden her to walk on her own feet! He was sweet in all his endeavors, but slowly the balance began to take hold. She was more stressed by driving her oversensitive husband away than the pregnancy itself. She couldn't effectively explain to him that she wasn't sick, but pregnant, and that was a big difference. There was no need to do anything but a little help with some of the things she shouldn't have done. Kaoru's demeanor was heavily overshadowed by his grandfather's condition, she guessed. Before the attack, he treated her normally... It got to the point that even when going shopping, she had a bodyguard of at least two of his men. She sighed heavily, seeing Ryuji and Yoji behind her walking towards the mall, just like her. Hanabi hated such crowded places, but had no choice but to buy what she needed. They tried not to draw her attention to themselves, not to disturb, but she still felt their presence. Finally she stopped, turning to face them.

- I want you to know that this situation is slowly starting to annoy me. I could walk alone! - she murmured.

- The boss wants you to be safe, Hanabi-sama. - The bald man replied calmly. - So is the baby.

- Eh... I know... - she sighed heavily.

Of course she was fully aware of his motive. It was so clear it almost slapped her face! It absolutely didn't change the fact that Kaoru was acting such a pain in the ass. Had never thought she would be able to think of him that way. She was leaving another store, still not finding what was looking for when sensed someone's presence. Someone was following them, all over her body bristled. She glanced at one of her bodyguards. He understood at once, took her arm and quickly pulled her away as if nothing had happened. The opponent, however, was not fooled. Hanabi heard a dull thump and the sound of human flesh falling on the hard tiles, then the screams of people seeing it. Without turning, she ran towards the emergency corridors. The doctor absolutely forbade self-defense training, so that she wouldn't strain her body. Couldn't defend herself, had to disappear. Yoji slammed the heavy door behind her, being left alone for the torturer. There was a long tunnel in front of her, lit by fluorescent lights, which slowly made her head ache. Even though the abdomen wasn't yet visible, she clearly felt that her strength was directed towards supporting the baby. Legs didn't have as much energy as usual, but she had to fight for herself. She felt that if confronted, she might not stand a chance, and that the fight was too dangerous for the child. She could almost see the exit, maybe 50m left. Some of the lamps went out with a creak and a crack. Darkness fell, scattered by single glow and a big green word "EXIT" above the heavy door. It bristled again. She barely had time to turn and meet her opponent's eyes. She felt a dull pain shortly before she passed out.

Hardly opened her eyes. She felt dizzy, especially since smelled the hated medical stench. Hanabi never liked hospitals, visited them only when necessary. Looked around her, seeing only the white ceiling straight ahead. Yes ... she was in the hospital. There was a large drip on one arm, half empty. Everything hurt as if she had been trampled on. Sighed heavily, trying to sharpen her eyesight a bit so as not to see blurry shapes, but specific silhouettes. As soon as managed to do so, she saw a tall man in a white coat in front of her, with a stethoscope around his neck. He held a patient card in front of him, which studied very carefully. When saw her, he smiled slightly, as if were forcing himself to do so.

- Please don't get up, you are weak. - the doctor said.

- I... what happened...? - she asked, not really knowing if it was correct.

- You were brought directly from the shopping center, I don't know the details, except that you were attacked. We examined you, it was certainly not rape.

- ...what about...

- You're in pretty good shape, there are only a few bruises left, one wound on the back of the head. You will get out of this. - he explained, taking on a professional face. - Unfortunately, the impact on the ground made the placenta beginnings detached from the uterine wall, and there was also heavy bleeding. The embryo didn't survive, we had to remove it. I'm sorry...

Pain gripped heart, which was in her throat, and whole body was warmed by a wave of unbearable stress slowly breaking through the veins. She had to pull herself together, she wouldn't cry in front of a stranger!

- Will... will I be able to have any more children? - she asked, shaky.

- Of course, I don't see any obstacles. However, you need to rest for a while, recover, that's all.

For him, "that's all", and the world collapsed under her feet. The doctor left. She felt sinking inside herself, trying to hold back the tear flow. Stiffened at the click of the door handle.

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When he found out about the attack, it was too late. If it were someone suspected, information should reach much earlier and Kaoru would rush to her, regardless of anything. Had he collapsed again? At first didn't save grandfather, who was still in intensive care, now an attack on his wife. Were the two incidents related? Had no idea, but he needed to find out what happened as soon as possible. He only knew what his people told him. They were both overwhelmed and stunned, and when got to where she should be, they found only traces of blood and a few dark hair. Someone who attacked them must have taken her. After the conversation, he picked up another one, this time from the hospital. They informed that they took care of Hanabi as soon as an unknown man brought her in his arms. Apparently, he was shaky, with tears in his eyes, begging for them to save her. He had no idea who it was. If by some strange coincidence the father-in-law, would have called him personally. Some friend, classmate? Unlikely, especially since the receptionist described him as well-built, in his sixties. He was afraid of what he was going to see. Was afraid of the next effects of his failure. Didn't secure her properly. Hanayama tried to keep himself straight, but could hardly control the trembling of arms and legs. He was shown a room. Pressed the handle nervously, and the door immediately gave way. There was a large bed among the white walls facing the large sunlit window overlooking the hospital garden. In it, among the bright sheets, he barely noticed a figure dressed in a white T-shirt. She sat drawing legs towards her, tucking head back. Mid-head black hair fell slightly to the fabric. The other half began to grow back slowly. His throat tightened at the sight of it. He walked slowly over to sit on the chair next to her.

- Hanabi... - he began.

- I'm sorry, Kaoru...so terribly sorry... - he heard a muffled grunt. - Our child...didn't survive...

She burst into spasmodic tears, as if had kept it a long time. He pulled her close to him to hug as tightly as he could. Heart was breaking into tiny pieces. He was quite insecure, didn't know if could handle his new role, but was very happy. Nothing pleased him more than the tiny happiness growing under his wife's heart. But it only took a moment for him to lose it. He didn't know what to say, nor did he think any words would soothe their shared pain. Kaoru stroked her dark hair with cut fingers.

- It's my fault. I couldn't make it...lowered my guard... - she cried, sniffling.

- It's not your fault, sweetheart. Absolutely not. Don't talk nonsense. - he replied, placing hand on her face and pointing it towards him. - Please, concentrate. Will you recognize the man who attacked you?

- I know who it was. I saw a face, wouldn't mistake it for anyone else. - she replied, wiping away tears. - I know this man and I will not let go of him until he is punished.

He hadn't expected that the solution to the attacker's riddle would turn out to be so absurd. As soon as left the hospital, she pointed to the place. They stood in front of an old, time-worn building in the suburbs that had once been a brothel. He knew for sure, personally ordered it to be closed. He had no idea, however, that there was something else entirely in the basement. He could see that she was leading him rather hesitantly through the side entrance, down the outer stairs, straight to the dingy door with only fragments of the inscription "Martial Arts School". The stench of musty and possibly human urine rose to the point that he could almost see it. Kizaki, following them, was disgusted. So this was where she came every day for almost eight years of her life? In a place like this, left sweat, blood and tears to pay for who she was? Perhaps they once passed on the street, when he was here during the liquidation of a brothel. Perhaps he could have pulled her out sooner... She grabbed the handle of the heavy metal door, pressed it, and yanked it towards herself. The entrance swung open with a metallic, very unpleasant crunch. Hanabi sighed heavily. They walked down a short corridor that led straight to a training room that covered almost the entire building, or so it felt. Looked no better than the neighborhood itself, it was obvious that the training was hard and without sentiment. Also renovations. The more he was so impressed that she had come out of it completely.

- Wu, come out, lousy son of a bitch! - she snapped sharply.

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She didn't smile to go back there, especially under such circumstances. On the one hand, didn't want to see him anymore, on the other, wanted to tear heart out of his chest with bare hands. They had ups and downs, he wasn't ideal...sometimes she wondered if there was even a drop of a good man in him. At first she stayed because wanted and needed it. Then, for a fraction of the time, started to be afraid of him, to finally realize that the guy just has it and wants to scare her, and she, stupid, is just fulfilling his whim. In the end she started to confront. Couldn't deny that he had taught her a lot, even brought out what others feared. He could help her tame it and use. It didn't change the fact that he had gone too far, and most likely had only done it to get her attention. Kaoru and Kizaki went with her, the latter definitely without the slightest pleasure. The very smell around the building would have scared him away, had it not been for the fact that he had committed himself to accompany them, and was a man of honor. At the sight of dilapidated door, musty alley with stairs leading up to the street, corridor, which probably no one has ever washed, revived memories. All the heavy, painful, streaked with suffering and blood-thickening marks in her memory that belonged to this place, causing a series of strange nausea. Shook her head.

- Wu, come out, lousy son of a bitch! - she snapped sharply.

- Hanabi-sama... - Kizaki said, but she completely ignored him.

She wasn't going to be polite, and he wasn't the kind of eloquent chick to talk to, or even a topic to talk about. Hanabi just wanted to wash him off, and if accidentally kills him...maybe better. She knew this death wouldn't return her child, just like any other, but at that moment felt she needed it to soothe her nerves. Instead, several men emerged from the dingy locker room, including a red-haired doctor at their head. It was embedded in the floor. She hadn't expected company, especially theirs. "Twelve Sons." Kaoru stood behind her back, the most calmly in the world.

- Hanabi-chan... - Kureha began.

- Where is he? - she grunted, looking at him defiantly.

- He left a message for you. - he replied, handing her the envelope. - Hanged himself.

- What?!

- Out of regret and remorse, or so he wrote... I'm so sorry, Hana...

She inhaled sharply, tugging her fringe back, trying to gather her thoughts. He's always been like that. Always did it his way, no matter how he fucked up. But she thought he would have some balls. Hanabi peered at the crowd, tearing the envelope nervously.

- Even at a time like this, the bastard runs away from responsibility! - she sighed heavily, unfolding the letter.

In fact, he wrote that he regretted, he didn't know, and when he found out it was too late. At the same time, he was well aware that in fury she would come to him for his life. He was aware she had seen him. Explained his death very simply: he didn't want her to get hands dirty with it, this was the only time he did for her. On the next pages, she found a will and a deed of ownership, interestingly not for the room itself. She curled her hand into a fist, crushing the paper in the center. He really thought he would soothe her?

- What is this? - Kaoru asked, looking over her shoulder.

- Act of ownership. The fucking dick rewrote the entire building for me. - she grunted under her breath, ignoring the increasingly disgusted Kizaki. - And I'm going to shit up all this "wonder" of him.

- How? - Arata was surprised, coming from behind Shinogi's back.

- Gentlemen...the alcohol burns nice, and Wu had a full supply in his office. - She replied ironically, reaching for the handle of the wooden door. - He must have left something behind.

This was one of the reasons she disliked high-proof alcohol, with a few exceptions. As soon as he bottled up, got annoying. She opened the door to a surprisingly neat room. In her wildest dreams, she hadn't expected Wu Song to have even a meager percentage of order around her. It was enough to go in, she noticed the chest with dark bottles right away. She immediately realized that had never been here. The Master has always absolutely forbidden even looking inside. The room was tiny, unbelievably clean, and littered with anti-frames with pictures of his "twelve sons". He was bursting with pride, horribly. Doctors, sportsmen, lawyers, high-ranking members of the mafia, owners of their own schools. She wanted to puke right in the middle of disgust. He loved these thugs, and always treated her downhill, was pushing the hardest, demanding the most. Song wasn't even tempted to include a modest frame on the desk. She boiled in it. Disgusting to the end, in love with... yes... she found them too. It hung behind a small desk. Closed in a frame, under a glass cover - a beautiful, hand-painted scroll depicting the Eight Drunken Masters. He showed it to her one time only. On the back were the techniques used by each of these people. Seven men, one woman. As soon as she angrily grabbed at the painting to smash it into splinters, she heard the clash of hinges and her husband's heavy footsteps. Someone else came in behind him, probably Kureha. She tugged nervously, but he wouldn't twitch. Really? She leaned back the other way and relented without hesitation. Saw a huge collection of newspaper clippings and photos. All about her. She pulled away, then rested lightly on the old desk. She felt as if had been hit in the head.

- Hanabi...? - Hanayama said, coming slowly.

- This...is a shortcut from my whole life... - she whispered, feeling the tears under her eyelids.

Documented EVERYTHING. Every victory of her school softball team, every mention of a "genius pitcher" or "great captain"; the results of all the Math Olympics she won; lots of headlines and articles about Shiro Kitsune, including one photo she had no idea about; there was even information about the highest national high school exam result. He knew and kept practically everything about her. Had to remember to at least get rid of the murderer's threads. She found another photograph at the bottom, almost forgot they had taken it. She was all bruised but... smiled standing between Shinogi and Sato. She fell to the ground, letting the tears run down her cheeks.

- Hanabi...he hid you from the whole world. - Kureha muttered. - You were his greatest weakness.

The photo captured the day Wu Song took her "into the family". She had stopped being a shitty bastard and had started to be someone important, or so she had thought that day. Hanabi felt husband's warm arm hug, made her feel such a wonderful sense of security. She barely noticed the note at the bottom. She burst into tears. "Daughter - father's pride. The Nine-Tailed Fox ".

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koifishart · 26 days

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I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>23<

The great day has finally come, one of the most important days in all men's lives. GROWING ADULT. Although Kaoru hardly ever exhibited very childish behavior, she even thought at times that he had been born an adult, she watched fondly as Kizaki eagerly undertook the organization of the "grand transition ceremony", tradition of the Hanayama family: every male member went through it, to go on a testosterone-opening adventure, surviving alone in the forest for eight days. After all, every self-respecting man should be able to take care of himself - eat something, warm himself, drink, protect. Kaoru wasn't really into cooking, but she thought he could do it somehow...in his original way. As an exemplary wife, she escorted her husband to the front door of the building while trying to keep a straight face, which wasn't easy at all. The other two, Ryuji and Yoji, who were taking Kaoru into the wild with Kizaki, had the same problem. Only his deputy, agitated, even excited by the solemn moment, took everything very seriously. Bear looked COMICALLY in a trapper outfit. Dark pants, trekking shoes, a small checked shirt, a slightly short jacket with spacious pockets...all this fastened with a large waistband and a huge backpack with fastenings on the chest. The image was complemented by a otherwise facial hat with a rather large brim, which covered beautifully again, shiny black hair. Inhale-exhale...one more moment...

- Good research and have fun, my love. - she said with a smile.

- Thanks. - Kaoru said, not very enthusiastically.

Guess he sensed that they had similar views on his clothes. As soon as they drove away, she turned on her heel, got into the elevator, and after waiting a few seconds, she burst out laughing.

Hanabi was sitting in the office with a laptop in front of nose when they returned and sank heavily on the couches. Tanaka appeared soon after. He glanced at the three men in suits, drowning in thought.

- Are you back already? - Ken asked. - I wonder how the boss will handle...

- What do you mean? - Kizaki asked.

- Well... - said the boy, sliding open one of the cabinets standing next to him.

Inside was EVERYTHING that Kaoru was to take with him to survive. Everything he needed for his "big men's ceremony". Basic tools, spare clothing, carry-on tent, flashlight, first aid kit, and a few other things she probably didn't notice.

- HE HAS LEFT ALL LUGGAGE?! - the deputy roared in frustration.

- No...he took a towel and some spices ... - muttered the young man, scratching his chin.

- Then what did he have in his backpack?!

- Mostly alcohol...let's think...what else was he packing...

- After everything I told him... - Kizaki sighed in a broken state.

- Oh, he also took a suit and cigarettes. - Tanaka continued enumerating.

- Did he even take a hunting knife?!

- Em...yeah...took the razor.

- Oh my God...

The deputy and the other two bodyguards slumped heavily on the leather sofas. She looked at them disapprovingly. They acted as if they didn't know him. Hanayama always did what he liked, ignored the rules he didn't have to follow, preferred to act in his own way, mostly alone. She absolutely understood that they were worried about him, but thought that after all he had been through in 20 years, going to the woods would be a rather pleasant trip. She glanced at laptop screen, tapped two keys simultaneously to save the changes. Was nervous, yes. It can always happen that he will appear in the wrong place, at the wrong time, will hit someone who cannot be handled this time. But she tried to stay positive.

- All that's left to do is wait for Kaoru to come back, Kizaki-san... and keep an eye on business while he's away. - she said, intervening.

- Right, Hanabi-sama. - the deputy replied a little calmer. - All his life, the boss has disappeared without calling for anything. This time he will spend a whole week in complete survival conditions. I guess even for him it will be difficult. Even though he is the head of the family, we cannot do anything. We have to be patient.

She tried. Sank at work, especially at home. Went to bed a little earlier, but maybe it made her get up earlier. Her mind was still drifting away to him. Couldn't wait for his return. Who would have thought she would miss him so much? If you think about it, they haven't actually split up for a long time. She concentrated on work, visited her father. Time flew by until that day came.

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He stood at the threshold of the office in the afternoon, interrupting her reading. Hanabi was lying on the sofa, stretching legs over the armrest, with a rather thick book in hands. She was dressed in a white, tight-fitting blouse with short sleeves and a bottle-green skirt made of thin tracksuit. She looked at him and the men behind him, carrying a huge boar's head. She was a little paler than usual, looking tired, but she smiled brightly at the sight of him, putting the book down immediately. Kaoru thought they would sit down together, tell her what had happened to him...but it looked like the outbreak stories had to wait.

- Really boss, I am absolutely amazed...and proud! - Kizaki seemed to convey emotions too theatrically again.

- As I can see quite a big trophy, so, with a pure heart, congratulations on a fruitful trip! - The woman laughed.

- Would you like a little toast to success? - he asked, walking up to her and wrapping a black curl around his finger.

- Not really, I'm falling after today. I'll go to bed. - she sighed. - But you guys celebrate! In the end you have what!

Something was wrong. Always energetic Hanabi fell from her feet? Was she really so exhausted? He decided to check it out. Entered the apartment. There was absolute darkness in it. Maybe she did fall asleep...As quietly as could, he headed for the bedroom. She lay barely covered, definitely dressed in a loose T-shirt and shorts. She didn't look asleep, so he took off jacket, slipped off tie, and as gently as possible settled directly behind, wrapping his arm around her. She turned right away so she could look at him. The silver moonlight fell through the half-shaded windows, making her eyes shine like never before.

- Honestly speaking, I expected a reward. - he muttered softly, rubbing the tip of her tiny nose with his own.

- The reward has been waiting a long time, dearest... - She whispered, smiling, then embraced his neck and moved closer to his ear. - ...I carry your baby under my heart.

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She could excuse herself with the usual pregnancy pains, but preferred to show up, especially since it was in a good tone. Hanayama, as Akita's successor, had to appear at all business meetings and all kinds of events, including family fairs. He had to know who, with whom, why, how... And she, as an exemplary wife, wanted to support him. Besides, she knew perfectly well that there were things that easily escape her husband, so a second pair of eyes and ears would be useful twice. So she squeezed into a tasteful, single-color purple kimono with a delicate, even symbolic pattern of Sakura flowers, in order to dignify with husband. She saw that he, too, was not particularly eager to approach the subject. She suspected that all of this was just boring him until someone to knocked out showed up. Hanabi watched the surroundings, listened to learn as much as possible. She felt mediocre, but luckily the doctor took that into account in her vitamin choices, and the nausea was not as bad as could be. Thanks to this, she followed Kaoru without fear, took advantage of attractions and met new mafia women, in her opinion much more passive than she might have imagined. Oh, wives of husbands, mothers of their children. She wondered if they knew what men really did. She guessed that some of them might have lived in blissful ignorance - of their own or forced will. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Taro at the goldfish stand. She had always enjoyed watching the children try to delicately pick out the little creatures, and they swiftly eluded them.

- Stop splashing! You will wet your clothes and catch a cold! - the old man admonished.

She smiled under her breath. He seemed to like children. Akita turned out to be extremely protective with them. Before she looked back, a wreath of toddlers surrounded them. It only took one look at her husband to find out where this interest came from. One toddler watching Hanayama crush a beer can with a big paw into a ball-shaped shape for the rest to converge. She sighed, smiling half-mouth.

- Wow! Great! - a boy said. - Impossible!

- Can juice be too? - another asked him.

- There are kids who only drink juice to give him a can! - he heard in response.

- Seriously?!

In a few minutes a large group appeared around him - girls in cute kimonos, boys in jeans. Kaoru didn't look dissatisfied, perhaps quite the opposite. He took advantage of their enthusiasm and the drinks they brought. She preferred not to think about what his digestive system was going through, on the other hand, bourbon bottles were melting from the cupboards at an alarming rate. Just like the contents of the cans, which he squashed in two movements in front of the little spectators. Each time the effect was the same - a wave of delight, almost a standing ovation, and then a call for more. They didn't have to wait long for someone to get interested. Behind them appeared a guy Hanabi must have seen before, she knew the scar above his left eye...maybe the day she disarmed the bomb under Kaoru's ass? Masayuki Itomi, the third chief coordinator - just wasn't sure what. It still felt as if the layers of the hierarchy had a secret, something she didn't know. Constantly lacked some information and couldn't figure out what. Behind the tall, middle-aged man was his lovely wife in an elegant kimono, with a purse in her hands. He introduced her as Kayo. She bowed so meekly that Hanabi herself decided it would be polite to bend her neck at least. Masayuki mentioned something about Mr. Iketobi. That told her something too. Listening in all these conversations had its advantages. Now it was time to clean up this mess in the head. A moment later, he took her husband away, ordering his wife to look after the children, which she immediately agreed to. Hanayama glared at Hanabi to make her stay as well. She agreed with a gentle head shake. As soon as they were gone, she turned to the woman who looked after the children.

- Hanayama-sama... - she curtsied before her.

- Kayo-san, do you know what meeting your husband was talking about? - she asked bluntly.

- Unfortunately, he doesn't confide in me on such topics. - she replied.

She didn't sound like she was lying. At 99%, she actually didn't know. It was hardly surprising. The probability that the "standard mafia woman" knew more, seemed close to nil. Hanabi had to wait for news from her husband.

It was maybe half an hour since Kaoru left with Masayuki and she heard shots. Lots of shots. A few seconds later, Hanayama's men were with her. She had a bad feeling about it, but they wouldn't let her look. They immediately escorted her to car, to hide safely at home. There she found out that an attack on Akita had been carried out, unfortunately fruitful. Both he and the inseparable Tatsu were injured. The head of the Fujiki group in critical condition was taken to hospital. Immortal didn't survive. Kaoru disappeared under mysterious circumstances.

Hanabi went to bed, probably only for the sake of the baby, and fell asleep from ordinary fatigue. The whole next day was hanging around the apartment, unable to find a place for herself. If didn't eat, she walked around, looked out the windows, checked the phone. She was absolutely forbidden to leave the apartment. At her door, Ueda was guarding, the others were looking for Kaoru. Everyone was put in a vertical position, so that he was found as soon as possible, and Kizaki cooled the emotions among the other bosses. Finally called that they found him. Obviously none other than Chiharu. She didn't know where, because the head of the Tokkutai group had lost the phone battery before her husband's deputy found out more, but the fact was that he was found. At this news, she immediately regained strength, channeling it into supper planning, because he would most likely come back hungry as a wolf. She knew Kaoru liked homemade food, so she didn't intend to spare him the oldest spells known to mankind. Before he appeared in the threshold, staggering on his feet, leaning on Shiba's shoulder, everything was ready. Still wearing a suit and purple shirt, but no shoes. Dirty, crumpled, pale, absurdly tired.

- I found him under Mount Fuji, Hanabi-sama. - Chiharu replied, stepping back as soon as the colossus got more stable on his feet.

She had so many questions, was so worried, and the words stuck in her throat. He walked slowly over to wrap his big arms around her.

- Although...you better? - she asked softly, tucking face into his shirt.

All she heard was a dull murmur. It had to be enough for her.

- Come in the shower, and then have something decent to eat. - she said warmly, leading him to the bathroom.

The next day's phone fell from the sky. Hanayama continued to walk dull, as if he could barely see what was happening around him. Grandpa Shigeru called her, with an invitation. It stank suspiciously, but could have helped her husband. At least she hoped so.

- Kaoru, Grandpa invites us to Okinawa. - she began calmly, covering the phone with her hand. - Are you coming with me?

He just grunted again. She agreed, telling herself that if the murmur was a refusal, she would pull him out anyway.

>>><<<

He didn't really want to move anywhere, but guess it was right. He agreed just because. And for her. She shouldn't be stressed, besides, Tokyo was dangerous for a while, and he wanted to keep her safe. So if he had to go to Okinawa for it, he didn't have much of a problem. Hanabi told him that as a child, she was often on the island, a family tradition or something. He wondered if their child would also train under Soga's eye. It might be interesting. She stood on land almost like at home, to immediately pull him towards the coast and quite a beautiful forest. She had an amazing amount of energy for the state she was in. He had expected rather ubiquitous pains, nausea, cravings...she was acting quite normal. Maybe everything is ahead of them? He was completely unfamiliar with such matters. He trusted the information she shared after the doctor visited their home. According to them, the embryo, or the fetus, (he didn't see the difference ... CHILD) was developing perfectly, grew and was doing great, and the Hanabi organism was coping with it completely. She even showed him a photo. He didn't know what he saw, it looked more like a small ball than a human. He couldn't believe that someone like him or someone close would grow out of something like this, though he knew perfectly well that sooner or later it would. Just like being a father! Only he could legally call himself "adult", and in a moment a small copy of himself will call "Daddy!" after him. Despite everything, he was happy, even very much. He pushed those thoughts aside, seeing the traditional house connected to the dojo. They passed the tori gate with the school sign on it, but he didn't have time to read the name.

- There is a family temple on the property, hence the gate. - she explained, turning to face him and hugging muscular arm. - My family is quite closely related to the cult of Inari.

- Interesting place for a house... - he assessed, looking around.

It was little different from his grandfather's house. Maybe it was a little smaller. However, it was still wooden, with a properly sloped roof, and non-transparent paper-covered sliding doors, like every minka*.

- Right? Grandpa likes peace of mind. - she replied, nodding her head. - If he needs anything, behind the forest is the city center.

They had almost stopped at the entrance gate when an old man in a yukata appeared in front of them. Still gray-haired, with bright green eyes, just like his granddaughter. He smiled good-naturedly, spreading his arms.

- Finally, I can welcome you! - he laughed, then added, seeing that the young boss is looking around curiously. - What do you think of the grounds, Kaoru-san?

- Amazingly charming. - he replied evasively.

- You could live here if Hanabi would agree...

- And Yui refused? - the woman hastily snapped.

- Of course I agreed. - she heard in response.

A fairly tall woman was walking towards them from the building, though at first glance he might have mistaken her for a slightly skinny man. Long hair, tightly braided at the head, gave the impression that it had been cut at the very nape of the neck, and the almost black shirt and dark green hakama pants didn't make identification easy. Only when she came closer did he recognize one of his sisters-in-law. She nodded at the sight of him, calm as ever, cold as a rock. He didn't see her often, but each time he felt as if he was seeing the mirror image of his wife. Seemingly similar, in fact most of all the older sisters, but completely the opposite.

- Congratulations on the descendant on the way. - she said.

Hanabi fell as soon as she put her head on the pillow. Kaoru envied her immensely, he couldn't sleep, despite the fact that they spent the day quite actively. She doubled and tripled to cheer him up. Had to admit to himself that, to some extent, she even succeeded. Trying not to wake his wife, he got up to go out the back door of the room onto the internal terrace. Closed the door, then sat on the slightly squeaky wooden panels, examining the lush vegetation of the rockery with a pretty sizeable bonsai tree on top, drenched in the silvery glow of a crescent moon. He couldn't help but see Tatsu dead and Akita dying. Couldn't go beyond the fact that he was gone when he was needed...after all, if he did, it probably would have been different. Most of all, he would catch the bastards who dared to raise a hand against his family. Hanayama was glad that even though she hadn't been hurt. If a hair had fallen off her head... The fact that many people still didn't know that he was married, even though he didn't hide it at all, had its advantages. It helped that she looked more like a younger sister, as Baki and his father had already proved. It made her safer a bit. He sighed heavily, then heard the wooden panels creak again.

- Hope I'm not disturbing you, young man? - laughed the old man with a bottle and two cups in his hand. - Will you keep me company with sake?

He nodded in agreement. Maybe he should actually get a drink and go back to his seat. Forget, and at the same time remember, that the punishment should reach those he is looking for. He took the vessel, full to the brim, being stretched out in his direction, to empty it in one gulp. It smelled faintly, and he felt a solid dose of first-class alcohol in his throat.

- The last time I saw so much energy in Little Fox, was when she was a child! - Shigeru began. - I guess you guys fit together, boy.

- Where did this nickname come from? - He became interested, this time personally pouring the colorless liquid into both cups.

- My grandfather married Kitsune, who took the body of a beautiful woman for him. Or so they both said. I have never seen grandmother's tails. - He replied, laughing lightly and taking a sip. - The more likely version is this: women in our family have a unique ability to adapt to battle conditions, which is why we call them "descendants of the Kitsune".

- What about Hanabi sisters?

- Oh, they all have features of a fox, but Hanabi is the closest to the pattern, the most mixed. Hence the nickname. Each of the tails is one adaptation. Fortunately she doesn't show all nine, so I make a maximum of seven, maybe eight. The last one is related to abandoning humanity. - he replied sadly. - After all, Kitsune are two-figure demons. Both foxes and humans...

He shuddered slightly at the information. Didn't Grandpa know? Hadn't she shown a "ninth tail" before? He remembered all the times he'd seen her struggling unconscious. Affection. Absolutely inhuman, without the slightest sign of feeling or pity. If any of the two appeared, it was at the very end when she slowly regained consciousness. He wasn't sure if he should educate old Soga without her knowledge, he would sleep better without knowing.

- I heard about your grandfather Kaoru-san. - Shigeru sighed, interrupting his stream of thoughts. - I hope he will survive and soon we'll all laugh at this nasty story at the same table.

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*minka - "House of people"; a term for a traditional Japanese house; there are two types: nouka - country houses, and matiya - town houses;

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koifishart · 26 days

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I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>22<

She hasn't lost consciousness for a long time. Fortunately, it was enough to get enough sleep and eat a decent breakfast to make feel good again. Nevertheless, Hanabi preferred to check it. She planned a visit to the doctor. As left, she glanced at her reflection in the glass in the clinic door. Think long hair is bored. So decided to take advantage of the goodness that the hairdresser was capable of and cash the excess weight off the head. The woman with the scissors in hand was almost crying, greatly shortening the long legacy of her hair follicles, but Hanabi didn't care much. Wearing a new, much lighter haircut, she went to the Akita's house, having made sure he was in place. Again, she wasn't warmly welcomed by the hostess, who this time looked particularly closely at the young woman's hair. She didn't really care, especially since her husband's grandfather showed up quickly. She bowed, and he led her to a separate room. Didn't quite know where to start, and she wanted Akita to know.

- What brings you to me, my child? - he asked with a benevolent smile.

- There is one thing I wanted to share with you first, Taro-san. - she began, humbly bowing her head. - I know how important Kaoru is to you...and with reciprocity.

There was a moment of silence. Akita took a sip of tea from a mug standing next to him. She did likewise. Felt a hand that wasn't very skilled in the ceremony, although matcha itself was one of the best she tasted. Looked at the man in front of her. He was over 80, and despite everything, he was doing great, relatively well, apart from minor, obvious injuries in their world. He spat at her as if a little suspiciously, then smiled kindly.

- Guess what it is... - he muttered. - How long has it been going on?

- Six weeks.

- Thank you for your trust, Hanabi-chan! - he laughed. - My grandson will probably be terribly surprised. He will be angry to find out later...

She thought. In fact, he won't be pleased. In her mind's eye she saw the expression - calm, but with a twitching eyelid and eyebrows lowered closer to his nose. He always did it when didn't like something, whether it was the color of her clothes, the look of the food, or a task to do. He wasn't very picky, rarely said anything was wrong, but his face was always filled with emotion. She was very curious to see what mix would come after this information.

- There was no occasion to tell him. - she replied, shrugging shoulders slightly.

- Enlighten him as soon as possible. Should know. - the old man added, sipping his tea.

- Yes... one very suitable day is approaching... - she muttered, scratching chin.

She finished her drink and bowed as she left, followed by Akita's gaze.

- Hanabi-chan! - he tossed after her, then added as she turned around. - I hope to meet him.

She was counting on it too. Was of good cheer... why not?

She came home completely tired. Left her shoes on the threshold and collapsed on the leather couch, sighing heavily. He found her in such a state. This time, surprisingly, Hanayama was not in a purple shirt, but a t-shirt and sweatpants tightened on the body. A sight at least rare. He frowned, as if trying to remember something. She sat down on the couch, tucking hair behind ear.

- Something happened? - she asked uncertainly.

- I hardly recognize you... - he muttered, coming up. - Where's the rest of your hair?

- In a plastic bag at the hairdresser. - She replied waving hand a little. - Every now and then I sell them when they grow back. Someone has a natural wig, my head is lighter and wallet harder.

- Don't you feel sorry? - he asked aggressively, brushing the strands down on her face and cupping her jaw gently.

She was really crazy. She had the left half shaved almost to zero, the right half to the shoulder. A very pleasant change, and didn't seem to mind her husband either.

- They will grow back! - she laughed, kissing him.

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He thought they had known each other long enough that little could surprise him ... until one evening he entered the living room and didn't recognize his own wife. To say that she got rid of half of her hair is not enough! Nevertheless...he liked it in the new edition. What he liked about her was how willingly, with effortless ease she expressed herself with appearance. He guessed that he was, indirectly, the reason for choosing this and not another hairstyle. He quietly lamented the fact that he had lost all his thick hair because of the operation, and she, as if by the way, expressed her solidarity with her husband. His hair was growing back pretty quickly, but she gestured for him anyway. Not all were of the same opinion. Some half openly (only with him) said that it isn't fit for a yakuza wife. He had their opinions deep in his nose. Fortunately, the topic quickly turned to the target one, buying a gift for Akita - the absolutely safest car created by man. The idea came from Toramasa Nakamura, the third boss of the Gokumon family. Everyone came together, a model was chosen that was advertised as resistant to all possible options of attack by humans or nature. He was very curious if it would actually survive anything. Hanabi shook her nose at what they had spent the money on, but, stouted by comments about how "women don't know cars," she raised a white flag. He knew perfectly well that she didn't win their favor with open resistance, but he didn't hold her back. They agreed to watch the car in secret when Grandpa went fishing. By the way, Hanayama was asked to test the alleged indestructibility of the "fortress on wheels". After all, if it was to be an incomparable vehicle, it simply had to endure his unmatched blow. Hanabi was standing behind him with Kizaki. It was probably the first time he had ever seen her in a suit - black jacket, red shirt with a black short tie, equally dark high-waisted trousers, and low shoes tied with thin laces. He smiled under his breath at the sight. She folded her arms under her breasts. She still wasn't convinced of the armored Hammer standing in front of him waiting for "everything". He took off glasses and put them in pocket. Snapped knuckles. He did it many times. All it took was the right grip, weight, speed... He struck, and the rest rolled by itself. The clink of metal, the clink of glass, the crackle of rubber. The entire undercarriage had collapsed, translucent debris and finer parts littered everywhere, the front door had fallen nearby, and a thick spring had rolled past his leg. After a while, even the engine couldn't withstand the pressure, the shot crushing on the hood. He heard his wife's heavy sigh from behind him, and the slap of hand against forehead.

- And what...is that already? - Hanayama was surprised. - This is that "miracle"?

- Yeah...well...it was... - Obu, Akita's security chief, muttered resignedly.

- Damn...with one blow...it's ruined! This won't protect the boss! - Nakamura groaned.

- No, it won't. - Tatsu snapped. - The fuck...

- Wh...what the hell?! - Toramasa was breaking down more and more.

- What we do? - the Immortal asked.

- You tried to cheat us?! - someone growled, tugging at the man who was about to sell the vehicle. - How are you going to explain that?!

They didn't hear the answer, though he doubted it was of any sort. The man crouching on the ground was drowned out by the sound of the engine, at least quite pleasant. A fairly elegant, yet somewhat clunky, appearance appeared before them, as he took a closer look, an SUV with tinted windows. The navy blue paint glistened with a pearly glow, reflecting the rays of the sun breaking through the trees. It stopped next to a parody of an indestructible vehicle. The door swung open without the slightest click, and a rather frail woman jumped out, wearing a skin-tight green knee-length dress of bland green and brown high-heeled shoes. She flashed a golden, subtle necklace and colored lenses of aviator glasses, which she then tucked into her loose red hair, revealing striking blue, almost turquoise eyes.

- Hi there! - she said happily.

- And who is that? - Tatsu asked.

- My older sister, Shizuka. - Hanabi explained coming up. - Time for test number two. If you would listen to me, we'd all be at home a long time ago.

- Soga-san? - said the surprised owner of the wreckage.

- Oh...hello again...this time coldly. - the woman muttered, tossing her curls gleaming with rust.

- You know each other? - asked the younger one.

- Oh, yes, yes...this is my would-be boss. - she replied, then glared at the destroyed vehicle. - Do you play scrapping? I told you, you need papers for that.

- We are looking for an indestructible car, do you have one? - The black-haired girl said without pardon. - Kaoru tested...it...and unfortunately it fell apart.

- I'm not really surprised. - The redhead muttered as she mirrored the vehicle, then spoke enthusiastically to Hanayama. - Kaoru-san, go ahead! From the heart, right into the mask!

He walked over to the SUV quite hesitantly. It looked inconspicuous, as ordinary as possible, quite fragile and destructible. He glanced at Obu. The man shrugged. Don't think they had anything else to choose from. He gathered himself up, curled hand into a fist, and delivered another blow. The car swayed, the tires blasted... and nothing else. There was only a scratch on the hood, perhaps a dent from his knuckles. He saw Tatsu and Naito's jaws drop for the first time. Obu stood there like struck by lightning, while Nakamura looked like he was about to pee with happiness.

- Oh, no! I forgot to replace the original wheels! They're in the trunk! Excuse me! - The redhead moaned, scratching her head. - I don't ride the bulletproof ones, because don't have what for, the usual ones are enough for me. I rarely take it anywhere at all.

- Impossible... - the salesman of the previous vehicle sighed in shock.

- Possible, possible... this is a project that you rejected when I applied for a job because, and quote: "women don't know cars." - she replied ironically, wrinkling her nose. - And now you are trying to push the yakuza a car made at cost? Bravo!

There was a deathly silence. They all looked at each other, wondering what to do. The man from the factory looked like he was planning an escape, but the steel arms of the mafia didn't give him much of a chance.

- Is it...for sale? - Obu said. - Enter the price, Soga-sama.

- It is yours...on two conditions. - She thought, waving the keys in front of his nose, exposing a perfectly painted, delicately decorated, long nail. - First of all: it's to appear on the street often, and if who asks you, you will contact the designer. Second: someone has to drive me home.

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koifishart · 26 days

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I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>21<

From day to day it looked as though Hanabi was feeling better and better. Had bouts of headaches, but they thinned out gradually until they were reduced to one a day. She would then place a thick hair on his thigh to take a nap. With each passing day, it was easier to get out of bed and her smile grew brighter, even though Kaoru thought it was impossible anymore. The evening he had planned for just the two of them was approaching. It looked as real as possible judging from her state of health. He was reluctant to leave the house, but there were things he had to do because of his position. All day wondered if she was okay, whether she would push through in his absence. She was cooking dinner as he entered the apartment. Left his jacket on a hanger and shoes against the wall. The appetizing smell of meat wafted through the entire apartment. Hanabi tilted head around the corner, tossing long braids down to the waist.

- Oh, you're finally here! - she laughed. - Hungry?

- Mhm ... - he muttered in response, hugging her and kissing forehead.

She danced out of the embrace, undoing the simple white apron tied around the waist. At home, she loved comfy clothes - a bright, loose-fitting T-shirt and colorful shorts that draped over massive buttocks. After a while she was sitting across from him, with two plates filled with aromatic food in between. He was never particularly talkative while eating. And this time, preferred to leave the subject for a while, when they finally settled down on the leather couch, stretched their legs out in front of them, and she sank lovingly between his shoulders, settling on purple shirt while uncoiling his white tie and throwing it into a corner. It was astonishing to watch her move her tiny toes.

- Tough day? - she murmured questioningly.

- Yeah... finances again, problems, inaccuracies, shortcomings... - he enumerated, rolling his eyes sadly. -... And nobody knows where it came from.

- Hmm... if you were robbed, you would see the drain. - she thought.

- Exactly. I can't see.

- You came back home. Take a breath, try not to think about it. - she replied, kissing the tip of his nose.

She snuggled into a massive neck like a kitten. He stroked the dark head as he ran one of the long braids through his hand. It could have been almost a meter in size! He loved to feel the smooth, thick locks between fingers. He tickled her face with the tip and she giggled charmingly.

- Do you have plans for tonight? - he asked finally. - As a sponsor of the Naniwa stable**, I appear at sumo competitions from time to time. I thought maybe this time we'll go together.

- Sumo? I didn't know you supported wrestlers financially. - she wondered, lightly lifting on her forearms. - Somehow I have never been attracted to this sport... but if you want, I will gladly go.

In the evening he waited in the living room. As always, not too long. She came out dressed in a gown that ended before the knee, with one shoulder decorated with a slightly open diagonal zipper. The second one was sewn in at the leg. She pulled it open to reveal a subtly muscled thigh. Delicate pumps fastened at the ankle decorated the feet. She gave him a pointed look, waiting for opinion.

- Perfect. - he muttered, kissing her. - White looks good for you.

He was not very passionate. Knew something, knew a little, liked to cultivate national traditions, and there is hardly anything more Japanese than sumo. Mainly why supported the sport since he took over the position of his father. Over the years, it even started to amuse him a bit. As a sponsor, always occupied a specially prepared box. Usually Kizaki sat next to him as part of the "family". This time it was her. Hanayama enjoyed it immensely.

>>><<<

Hanabi stated that it would be good if they matched each other in clothes. The main sponsor and his wife had to present themselves somehow. Fortunately, she found a simple white dress and shoes from the depths of the wardrobe. Well, it even turned out that once had to buy a white backpack! She was terrified of her own precaution - sometimes a step ahead of herself. As a modest purple detail, chose the only thing she found in that color - an orchid flower pin. Pinned up at the side, with black hair falling slightly from a small bun, it looked pretty good.

She looked around the arena. It was inconspicuous, expected something more impressive. Even their box was separated quite modestly. On the other hand, sumo was a showcase of Japanese traditions, and therefore restraint and honor. Don't need big stadiums for that. The viewers slowly gathered and took their seats. She didn't expect such crowds. Men in elegant suits, women in fancy kimonos... The dress code looked quite strict.

- Is this a special occasion? - she asked softly.

- Annual Championship. For regular competitions, the outfits are more casual. - he explained, leaning slightly towards her. - In addition, Numao Takeshi will defend the title of yokozuna*. He climbed quickly. I remember him from the time when he was just starting training.

- You know each other? - she was surprised.

- He challenged me to a duel in the first year of high school. He's your age. In fact, it was hard to call it a duel, I did absolutely nothing... - he sighed. - ... and then the then and present master of the stable appeared. It is a pity that he didn't return to active sports.

Finally it all started. She was amazed by the love of rules, the accuracy of preparations, and the almost sacred nature of the sport. Everything buttoned up to the last button, like a perfectly played theater play, incorporating elements of the players' faith. The fights themselves weren't particularly thrilling, rather amused in places, but she held back not to burst out laughing. A much more pacifist approach to combat sports than anything she knew. Well, maybe except for tai-chi. The players treated each other with great respect. It was a bit like Hanayama's rules. She looked at her husband, amused to find that his black hair was slowly growing back. Everyone wondered why he was what he was, Kaoru had a surprisingly original approach to those he fought, including his enemies. From the side, it looked like stupidity. Oh, a guy with an overgrown ego and a completely open attitude, with no line of defense, going to pulp the other one - zero chances. As she thought more carefully, almost got it, almost got the idea of this strategy. It was as if he was testing his own abilities, and on the other hand provoked the opponent to use his seemingly hopeless position. She respected him for this, but trembled at the same time that one day she would just hit an opponent so strong that she would never see him again.

It was dark when they left. A sea of shining stars dotted the cloudless sky. They told Kizaki that he would have the evening off with the others and they would go for a walk. She loved walking together. Could snuggle against the massive arm that made her feel so safe. They were going to have supper somewhere, but a strange-looking man crossed their path. Bald, with thick glasses, crooked, without one hand. As he came closer, she noticed a significantly overgrown and crooked dentition and nails that hadn't been cut for a long time, more like claws, also on the feet. He seemed to be a rather harmless madman, excessively tapping the Geta*** teeth. She smelled the foul, herbal cannabis scent around him.

- Forgive me for disturbing you, lovebirds, but I'm waiting for Shiro Kitsune here. - he muttered with a hideous smile.

- There will be no duel. - Kaoru said, covering her with his body.

She had expected such a reaction. Figured he wouldn't let her...and the truth was, the sooner she handled it, the faster they would breathe. She took off her backpack, took out a fox mask and put on a white snout. She moved in front of the colossus defending her, hanging a bundle on outstretched hand.

- If that's your will, go ahead... - she replied, taking off her shoes. - Kunimatsu-san.

- Hanabi, what are you...

- Would you lend me your tie, honey? - she asked as if nothing had happened, revealing her face. - I'll try not to get dirty.

Unless he stated that it's useless to argue with her. She guessed that he jump to her aid if needed.

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Kaoru handed her a piece of cloth without a word, watching opponent stagger toward her. He looked like a wilted, slightly burned-out stalk or a blade of grass, but he knew Kunimatsu still heard in the underground. Held the title of master of the assassin dojo for a reason. The woman unbuttoned the zipper on the leg all the way so that it wouldn't restrict movement, then blindfolded her with a white tie. How was she going to fight without seeing? He had no idea, but hoped she knew what she was doing. Wanted to believe it. She assumed a surprising pose for her. She was leading the left side, and he knew perfectly well that she was right-handed! In addition, her right hand was clenched into a fist, leaving the other open. She barely bent her knees. Kunimatsu took off the Geta, then drew sword from belt. Zatoichi, with bamboo hilt, customary without tsuba****. He was approaching relentlessly, she stood still. Finally, she lifted the front leg, taking a deep breath, and with an exhalation, stepped onto the asphalt. He caught the slight movement of the exposed earlobe. The assassin didn't care too much, he changed the direction of the attack quickly, he was almost there, the blade was about to sink into the delicate, fair skin... but she held back the attack, grabbing the metal into a slightly relaxed fist. Squeezed her fingers so as not to cut them, flexed the steel. She reversed her posture while simultaneously producing a solid left hook. The man rolled a few dumbbells on the hard ground to finally land with face on the ground. She tossed the sword aside, making a metallic claw with its curved blade. Moved at least one ear again. He didn't even notice that a blonde biker appeared next to him.

- Hanayama-san? What are you... HANABI-SAMA?! - he blurted out in shock to see the woman standing blindfolded. - But it...

- Don't interfere, Chiharu. - he ordered, although he wasn't entirely sure that he wouldn't give it himself.

Kunimatsu recovered surprisingly quickly. Blood was leaking from his mouth, apparently falling down breaking his jaw. She didn't even turn her head towards him. He moved at her and she didn't budge. Only when he was a few millimeters in front of her, wanting to use the whip technique, she did dodge with her whole body and stop the attack with her arm, losing a fragment of skin. She wrapped her arm around his limb, gripped it below the shoulder joint, and pulled with great force, simultaneously blocking the man's torso. He howled monstrously, and one arm dangled limp. Hanayama thought for a moment. He had seen her fight very rarely, it even looked as if she hadn't shown him even half of her skills.

- Hanayama-san... - Chiba said, pointing to the battlefield.

He caught the moment when she wrapped her arms around the assassin's head, twisted several times, and they both lost their balance. The male body dropped limp, and the woman stood up, undid her eyes and dusting the dust off her gown. Thick blood flowed from his mouth. Kunimatsu was dead. She walked over to them as if nothing had happened, pulling the tie over husband's neck and tying it up efficiently. She adjusted white jacket, looked at him with a beautiful smile on tired, battered face.

- How are you feeling honey? - she asked from the point.

- Good...

- Oh, that's great... because I don't really...

She swayed and fell right into his arms. She was limp, as if she had lost contact with her own body. She passed out.

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* Yokozuna - top master's rank in sumo, maku-uchi division in the sanv'yaku group; The other three titles are komusubi (3rd rank wrestler), sekiwake (second champion) and ozeki (champion)

** sumo stables - a place where sumo wrestlers live and train;

*** Geta - characteristic Japanese footwear, on two quite high pieces of wood;

****Tsuba - a metal, sometimes elegantly decorated element separating the blade from the handle;

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koifishart · 29 days

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HIII I LUV UR ACC <33 🫶 can i request a reader that is as cute as a bunny but she is a bit bratty with any baki character ^^ have a good day!!

Thank you and sure! Apologies for the delay. The idea reminds me a lot of Hatsune Miku’s “World is Mine”, so I went for a similar protagonist.

Baki Characters x Cute Bratty! Reader

Featuring Baki and Jack Hanma, Kaiou Retsu, Hanayama Kaoru and Katsumi Orochi. And a reader that has a cheeky attitude behind all that cuteness.

[Baki Masterlist]

Baki Hanma

Baki is a mischievous one himself, so he finds your attitude cute and loves to entertain it. If you’re being bratty, he will either spoil you or mimic your behavior with a pout. What, you didn’t think two can play this game?

If he does spoil you it will be accompanied with the proper theatrics. “But of course! Who dared to upset my Princess? Point to the disturbance and I shall take care of it at once!” He is not embarrassed to be seen servicing you, and who would even attempt to question it? One knows better than to mess with the younger Hanma.

Sometimes Baki might be in a sour mood, or simply focused on his training. In such cases he will greet your demands with a sad smile and swear he’ll make it up to you as soon as his anger tones down. If you promise to behave, you can even help him train. He could use an extra weight.

Kaoru Hanayama

Hanayama isn’t quite sure how to deal with you. You’re so cute and frail, and yet every now and then you surprise him with a sassy attitude. Alas, he loves spoiling you so he will eventually give in to your demands, however outrageous they might be. He is the head of the yakuza, after all. You don’t need to hold back.

Sometimes he might take your statements literally, for the better or worse. You stomping your feet and angrily wishing whatever caused your distress would just disappear? You’ll have to quickly clear it up and explain it was just a tantrum. He doesn’t…actually need to eradicate it. Please.

If Hanayama is in a bad mood or occupied with work (leading a gang often proves to be a busy matter), he will have his lackeys readily available to you. Naturally they are to display the utmost compliance when servicing the future Ane-san of the Family.

Kaiou Retsu

Retsu finds you downright adorable and would do anything for your sake. It’s in his nature to be caring and kind towards those he loves and cherishes. Truly, it seems almost impossible to ever refuse your whims, his heart tugging whenever a frown might darken your features.

…Or is it? His willingness knows no boundaries, except for when your safety or comfort might be at risk. If your tantrums involve something he deems improper, not only will he disregard your attempts, but also lecture you vehemently. You almost feel like you’re once more in school, scolded by the strict teacher for being naughty.

Overall Retsu is rather rigid and awkward when it comes to your mischief. He is a man of discipline, but that has always only involved him. The etiquette he follows and expects from other warriors doesn’t extend to his beloved partner.

Katsumi Orochi

Similar to Retsu, Katsumi is also surrounded by stern expectations. He won’t hesitate to flatten down any of his Dojo attendees for the smallest sign of disobedience or misdemeanor. When it comes to you, however…

Everyone can tell he has a soft spot for you. From the facial expressions to the tone of his voice, his conduit switches in a matter of seconds. His ardent, adoring smile never falters when interacting with you. Your bratty attitude just makes his heart melt. The fact that you trust yourself to be cheeky around him reinforces his role as your partner, in his mind.

Sometimes even you feel like his spoiling might go overboard, but that’s what you like about him. He’s at your feet, ready to meet whatever desires you bring up. “Anything for my Princess” is his catchphrase around you.

Jack Hanma

You’d think Jack wouldn’t be the type tolerate certain behaviors. Plenty of people have gasped in anticipation upon witnessing your bratty attitude towards the tall man. Is he going to be angry? Will he yell at you? Alas, they just don’t know Jack well enough. His patience is unbreakable for things that matter to him.

He just quietly goes along with your orders. If you suddenly stop in the middle of the street and demand he holds your hand in this instant, he will comply with a faint smile. He enjoys entertaining you, he just won’t express it as openly as others. He’s your very own stoic Prince.

If you’re being particularly bratty and he’s not in the mood to react to it accordingly, he will just pick you up - regardless of where you are - and carry you home for a snuggle until you calm down or rectify your behavior. If you think about it, it’s not much of a punishment. And you can’t say no to being buried within his massive frame for warmth.

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koifishart · 29 days

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I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>20<

When he woke up previously, before opening his eyes he could see his parents and a children's carousel of airplanes. This time the dream was gloomier. She was standing next to him, saying something about the consequences, kissed him. Kaoru could just feel the sweet taste of her lips touched with the lime balm she adored. Something a little different was looming through the fog as well. A tiny creature rolled up into a ball, sleeping in his lap. He stroked the snow-white fur with hand, and nine fluffy tails fell down his legs. The animal shook its head, opened its huge eyes, and looked directly at him with pale green irises.

The first thing he saw was the pristine white of the ceiling, though could have sworn he saw a few cracks. He moved head slightly, and was surprised to hear the clatter of the cervical vertebrae. Mouth was dry, he could barely open it. Heard hurried footsteps and a door closing a few meters away.

- Boss, don't move too abruptly. - heard a familiar, slightly trembling voice. - You'll break the wires.

Wait... what? He twisted his neck in the direction the voice was coming from. Beside him, in a chair, sat his deputy, glumly resting his forehead on the clasped fingers of both hands. He looked like Hanayama had never seen him before. As if someone had died.

- What wires? - he croaked, barely recognizing his own voice. - Where am I?

- In the hospital, the same as before. - the man explained matter-of-factly. - Hanabi-sama brought you here, possibly breaking all traffic rules. And now... she's lying on the bed next to you.

He felt hot in an instant. How does "LIE on the bed next to you"?! Kaoru wanted to jump up to a sitting position, but the scolding gaze of the long-haired man in a suit reminded him that he had to be careful not to tear anything. Turned his head slowly, trying not to tense anything. She was actually there, facing him. She was asleep, pale as a wall. Even the luscious red lips lost their natural color, they looked more purple. Black hair was tied in a ponytail, and dark fringe fell over closed lids. From one of her hands was a wire that ran straight to his bend at the elbow, and on the other, another, connected to a large IV bag. He barely noticed the movement of her chest.

- Hanabi-sama... ordered to enter a pharmacological coma so that her body would draw less blood...

- For what? - he asked, though the answer was obvious.

- To save you, boss. Anything that pumps her heart was going to go to you. As usual, you had as much blood as the hospital had, and she took care of the rest. She put her own life at stake. - he explained with tears in his eyes. - How did you find her?

- I haven't found... - he muttered, looking at her sadly. - Hanabi came to me herself.

Remembered the evening as a blur, though the more he remembered it, the more it grew brighter. By default, Kaoru went for a drink with the most trusted people, wanting to relax. They rented a hotel so that everyone could drink. There was a sea of whiskey, no more mattered. He made it to the room on his own, which would probably not be possible for normal people after that. Just wanted to fall on the bed and fall asleep until closed the door behind him and saw a pretty girl on the mattress. All he had to do was take a little look at the shiny black hair that fell over scantily clad body with its distinctive breasts and long legs in black stockings, for all the sleepiness to give way to lust. She hypnotized him with bright green eyes. Didn't listen very closely, but he heard one thing for sure.

- You don't find me attractive? - she asked, puffing her lips a little.

Instinctively took her chin, at which she obediently looked in his direction and didn't object when he kissed her. Maybe the alcohol had worked, maybe not at all... Hanayama wanted this girl immediately, and her body wouldn't resist his movements. Part of his nature would say "subtly, it's a woman!" and another part shout "take her as yours!". She was surprisingly sensitive, damp, and tight, it only took a few thrusts for him to get in and out fully without problem. The first time had sex with such a delicate and loud girl. She didn't inhibit her reactions like some. With each movement, he heard louder and louder sighs and moans, which heightened his pleasure. There was, however, something that disturbed him. The potential solution came with a strong burst of orgasm, he had not been able to think rationally before. Although at the last moment before plunging into her beautiful body, he had pulled a condom out of his pocket to avoid possible problems, he felt as if he was emitting without it. He felt as if he had raped her even though she had come to him herself. How old could she be? 16? 17? That's what he suspected then. At times she acted as if she didn't know what to do with her own body. Perhaps what he perceived as ecstasy was pain? Sometimes had trouble distinguishing, especially since he was extremely resilient himself. A moment later found out that he had unknowingly taken her virginity. She had come voluntarily to have her first time with him, something so important and unique, and he acted like a ravenous animal, so unlike himself.

He still hadn't apologized to her. It wasn't until she lay between life and death that he thought it was fair to ask how she felt. He looked at the pale face.

- So... she came to kill you and you ended up in bed? - Kizaki asked, wiping his face. - It doesn't stick together, boss.

- It was. She abandoned this assignment, which is why they are following her now. - he explained slowly, rubbing the space between his eyes. - And she made me so intrigued that I had her followed. And we are where we are...

There was an awkward silence. What more could he say? IT WAS! She came to him alone, and then... then it went on and on. Once he woke up, it was left to figure out a way to wake her up. The door handle clicked.

- Well, well... you finally woke up, Hanayama... - muttered the redheaded doctor from above the patient's record. - the Prince...shitty.

- Shinogi Kureha? - he was surprised.

- Yeah, it's the second time I'm saving you in the last 48 hours. I don't know what you did to her or what you stuffed with that she's staring at you like in a picture. - he threw, looking at the black-haired woman, then directed an angry glare at the boss. - It wasn't a transfusion, it was just a drain. She let her body be used as a living pump, you understand? Just for YOU to survive!

He didn't know what to answer. Was shocked that she went so far as to take such radical measures. Hanayama had not expected such a devotion. Was grateful, but also terribly resentful that she had made them suck her life because of him. He spat towards the door. They remained ajar and the people behind them heard everything. He even noticed Chiharu, so deeply shaken he forgot to breathe. Kaoru turned his gaze back to the red-haired muscle. Shinogi turned his head to the paramedics standing behind him.

- Get him out of here. Have to wake her up as soon as possible. The treatment was successful. - he ordered.

- I'm not going anywhere. - Kaoru replied arrogantly, leaning back gently on the bed.

- Listen. Throughout the beaten day, Hanabi was actually drained. Her body only got as much blood as it needed to relatively function. All the cells were slowed down to a minimum, each organ was working as if it was about to fail. Waking up after something like this will be neither pleasant nor gentle. - Kureha sighed matter-of-factly, rubbing forehead with hand. - The pain she will feel may be unimaginable. It's a bit like babies crying after giving birth because they took a breath for the first time. I can't even predict how she'll react. We can't give anything anesthetic.

- It doesn't change the fact that I want to be with my wife. - he grunted, looking askance at the doctor.

This one probably didn't have the strength to argue anymore, Shinogi only muttered something like "you are worthy of yourself" under his breath. Kaoru wasn't even sure if heard correctly. Ultimately, only Kizaki left the room, closing the door behind him. Nurses broke the link between them, and bar-headed paramedics circled Hanabi, ready for what was to happen. Kureha connected a small bag to her drip with trembling hands. It hadn't been a few minutes since the first drop had come off, and she opened her eyes wide, taking a sharp breath and flexing with all her might. The pale green irises floated into eye sockets. The staff immediately pinned the tiny body to the bed, stopping it from breaking in two, and she, using the inhaled air, tore out of the pain. She was struggling to get up, and the tall men held her hands especially to keep her from tearing out the air tubes. The sight was terrible, his heart ached at the mere thought that there was nothing he could do to ease the suffering. She was tired for a good ten minutes looking as if she was dying with every move. Usually steadfast, hard, she seemed so fragile to him, and at the same time paradoxically stronger than usual. Eventually the pain eased, she fell on the pillow drenched in sweat. She was still breathing heavily, but clearly more steadily. Kureha unhooked a tiny pouch from her canister. She turned her head towards him. He could meet the green eyes again, this time partially hidden under the drooping eyelids.

- Hi, my bear. - She smiled weakly.

- You didn't have to, Hanabi... - he muttered, not stopping himself from shedding a male tear.

- You have nothing to worry about, Kaoru. - she laughed lightly. - "In health and sickness..." remember?

He remembered too well. The day when officially, in front of everyone else, they promised to survive everything together.

They discharged them together after a few days. He was happy to go home. Hated hospitals. She walked beside him again full of energy, in a gray sweatshirt dress to the knee and white sneakers. A fairly thick gold chain hung around her neck, and an equally glistening watch on her wrist. She was visibly feeling better, though Shinogi warned that she might suffer from persistent headaches or temporary numbness in her limbs after donating very large amounts of blood. Everything was supposed to normalize within a maximum of six months. She didn't seem to notice it or worry too much. Maybe it's better? Sometimes, for your own health, you should omit a few stressful facts from life. As soon as they left the hospital building, they were greeted by trusted people and the Tokkutai gang, who escorted him to the airport. Chiharu, who as usually wears his purple jumpsuit, stepped in front of everyone. He fell to knees in front of them, his forehead hitting the ground, though, as if to look at it, more in front of her. The rest of his people followed their boss. She was stunned at the sight.

- Hanabi-sama, I never thought that I would meet a woman as big and brave as Hanayama-san. - The blonde said. - It's an honor!

- Oh no exaggeration! It is only...

She cut a sentence in mid-sentence, clinging to his arm. She swayed. He hugged her to keep from falling, then lifted up.

- It's nothing, Kaoru. Really. - she sighed, blushing. - Put me down.

- The heroines are carried on the hands. - He laughed lightly and kissed her forehead.

She fell asleep with head on his shoulder on the way home. Kaoru carried her carefully into the apartment, took off her shoes, laid on the bed, and then covered her to keep warm. He took a cool shower and joined her, wrapping his arm around beloved body.

>>><<<

In her life, she would never have suspected that there was anything worse than a giant hangover on the day when you had to get up at 7 am to make it to school for the first lesson, where the exam was due for which didn't have time to study. It crossed her mind that she was somewhat regretting her decision, but the word was out. She swore, she promised...she WANTED him to come back. There was no room to be the other way around. Through her body in seconds flowed so intense and sudden pain, that she had never experienced. It was like being struck by lightning. Worse still - it was coming back. Hurt to breathe, muscle tense and relaxation, eye movement, even thinking. Hurt to feel the blood flowing rapidly through the veins to nourish what had been deprived of value for the last few hours. She was on the verge of dying to save him, and when all was over could see him. Didn't want him to see her like this, but what to do. Apparently he insisted on staying. So stubborn and capricious as always. She stared at the hazel irises, unable to comprehend. Even the redness of the white of one of the eyes didn't change anything. She was so lucky to be alive and to be told that as soon as they were both stable they would return home.

Hanabi woke up as always brisk and full of vigor, which was surprising after the events of the last days. A shootout, Grand Master, hospitals, blood transfusion, a lot of stress...wanted fried eggs so badly. She was standing in the kitchen by the frying pan, frying slices of aromatic bacon in it, when heard a noise coming from the bedroom.

- HANABI?!

He ran out probably as he slept - completely naked. She could clearly see every muscle, every dimple, fragments of the tattoo on arms, scars on skin, and a huge penis swinging between muscular legs. He slipped glasses on so sloppy they almost fell off his nose. Adjusted them hastily, seeing that she was standing in the kitchen. The only thing missing was thick, dark strands, usually quite nonchalantly falling on the forehead, but shaving them off was necessary for surgery. She laughed under her breath at the sight of him.

- Honey, I understand everything, you're at home, but ... what if someone comes in? - she asked, looking at him pointedly. - I wish this version of you would stay just for me.

He blushed and hurriedly returned to the room to approach her a moment later dressed only in white fundoshi. He wrapped his arms around her, placing head on her shoulder with a sigh.

- I was worried... - he muttered.

- Thank you, but I'm not a porcelain doll, Kaoru. - She replied kissing scarred cheek, then smashed the first egg into the pan. - Don't drag me away or you'll be eating burned food for breakfast.

- What if you faint?

- It happened to me and I know how to recognize such a situation. I'll tell you or I'll protect myself. - she continued, laughing. - If you really want to watch me so badly, let me watch the eggs.

He capitulated, but she felt him gently toss his head away from her neck and in a subtle motion slid the unbuttoned shirt, which she casually draped over shoulders. She held the flaps down, then looked at him with a sly smile.

- I know you have something underneath ... - he muttered, continuing as soon as she removed her hand.

The thin material obscured the floor at their feet, revealing a slim body in bright underwear, adorned with two connecting tattoos - a koi carp and a rainbow dragon among the flowery branches of Sakura. She felt the soft touch of rough fingers along her spine. A pleasant shiver tugged the shoulder blades. She shook her head to go back to the ground and serve breakfast. Her natural sense told something was going to happen, something was going on, he wasn't acting normally. Kaoru was nervous, she felt it as soon as he hugged her. They ate in silence, and when she was about to gather the dishes, he took them out of her hand, set them on the table, and tossed her over his shoulder.

- Kaoru, let me go! - she moaned, trying to break free. - Gotta wash up!

- You should get some rest. - he ordered, heading for the bedroom.

Really? So soon after hospitalization? Impossible. Nothing was right for her. As she frantically thought about what this might be, he set her down on the bed and kissed softly. She couldn't resist his soft lips. They were as addictive as himself. Before she felt him take off her lace panties, these were long on the floor. He broke away to splash kisses down her neck and collarbones.

- What are you... - she wanted to ask, but he cut her off, putting finger to her lips.

As a rule he was reticent, this time he didn't speak at all. In the absolute silence surrounding them, all she heard was his low grunts, his damp tongue sliding over tense nipples, and her own sighs. Perhaps her body was more vulnerable by recent events, or perhaps he was more tactically and subtly than ever approaching the caresses. She came surprisingly quickly. The pleasant feeling that overwhelmed her meant that she could move mountains without getting out of bed, even with the strength of mind. He hovered over her, and she placed hands gently on sliced cheeks to pull him close and kiss him. The kiss felt different to her, too.

- What's wrong, Kaoru? - she asked, slowly calming her breath. - I feel something's up.

- Sorry... for a night at the hotel... - he muttered uncertainly, looking away. - It's probably not a pleasant memory for you, I guess it's rather painful...

- What are you talking about, love? - she laughed pearlly. - In fact, I was so heated with you, and you met my expectations so much that I felt nothing but pleasure.

She took a massive neck, seeing the surprised look Hanayama. He was sweet in such moments of honesty. She brought lips to his ear.

- You gave me the best first time you possibly could... - she whispered temptingly, simultaneously reaching for his fundoshi. - ... especially since you were drunk.

She grabbed him at the base of his skull and in one move, taking advantage of the moment of inattention, placed him on his back, simultaneously settling between his muscular legs. Before she covered herself with the quilt to the top of head and bent towards the navel tucked between one knuckles on his stomach and the other, she saw a lovely blush on her husband's face. She brushed the area of the pubic symphysis with her fingernail.

- Hanabi... you were supposed to be careful... - he threw, lifting the material.

- Oh, I think I have enough strength for a small thank you to my caring husband. - she replied with a mischievous smile, rubbing the tense part of his body.

She placed hand at the top of it, wrapping fingers around, and slid down, causing the man to sigh low. She continued, simultaneously pushing other hand toward his broad chest and tight nipples. The murmurs of satisfaction grew louder.

- Stop... - he muttered, combing her long hair tucked under the covers.

She stuck out tongue, gently licking the sensitive spot, making it all tense. She was almost sliding it into her mouth when heard a knock on the door. He immediately bent his knees to tuck her away. A moment later the door handle clicked.

>>><<<

She was not angry? Feeling sorry? He didn't do her any harm, despite the fact that the alcoholic beverages were only concerned with his own lust? An unusual creature. But since she said so, it remained to believe. Hanabi threw him on the bed with amazing force. Such a trifle was able to freely dispose of a 160-kilogram guy! Maybe she actually felt better than Shinogi anticipated? Nevertheless, you can never be too careful. She didn't want to keep it. She dove under the covers, and moments later he felt gentle hands on his body.

- Stop... - he muttered in truth rather reluctantly, while ruffling her long hair.

She made one movement, and his entire body tensed. Insubordination was perhaps her middle name. He slowly began to agree to her caresses, especially since they finally had some time to themselves. When he was almost completely lost in the pleasant shivers, someone knocked on the door. Kaoru automatically bent his knees, shielding her from the world. Couldn't let ANYONE find out where she was! The doorknob clicked and his deputy peered into the room. Not invited, but Hanayama was too shocked to even ask for a few minutes of patience.

- Boss, I'm not disturbing you? - Kizaki asked. - Hanabi-sama isn't here?

What would... Lazy morning shortly after returning from the hospital, what could she be doing? He thought that his wife would at least help him keep up appearances, and she had acted on the contrary. He felt the brush of damp tongue against his body. He grunted nervously.

- Er... she's taking a bath. - he muttered in response. - Something important?

- Yes, I came to remind you of the meeting in half an hour. - he replied, looking at his watch. - In fact, in order to make it on time, we should slowly gather ourselves.

- Sure, get dressed right away. - he threw, hoping that the man will leave immediately, feeling at the same time sliding movements of the hand and warm tongue.

- Boss, you don't even know how glad everyone is that you both survived. - the deputy continued tirelessly. - It's a real miracle...

- Kizaki... - Hanayama muttered, trying not to make any noises suggesting his situation.

A real mischievous vixen! She moved slightly to keep the duvet on his legs from waving, but that definitely didn't bother her. She hugged him with her lips, licking lasciviously. In his mind's eye, he saw every movement, the expression on her face, the flash of green eyes. He would prefer to wander away even further, but the long-haired man, as usual at situations like this, didn't sense subtle signals, losing himself in ever more original epithets about his wife.

- Indeed, amazing how you fit together, boss. I admit, I was very skeptical at first, but now I can't imagine that Hanabi-sama wouldn't be. She blends in so easily! Capable of anything! At the snap of her fingers, the entire Tokkutai gang bowed to her! - he admired tirelessly. - I couldn't imagine a more suitable woman by your side, boss. Your parents would be proud of such a daughter-in-law...

He guessed that they would be bursting with pride especially at this moment: he's trying to focus and get his deputy off as quickly as possible, while at the same time, she's doing him well under the covers. Absolutely exemplary, perfect, dream daughter-in-law. It was getting harder and harder to hold back from uncontrollable moans. She was going bolder every moment, and the cold titanium earring was making him shudder.

- Even Taro-san is of this opinion, he talked to me during the ceremony. Hanabi-sama reportedly reminds him of his dead daughter...

- KIZAKI... - he finally grunted, rubbing face with hand so deputy wouldn't see the juicy flush of excitement on his face. -You say we're in a hurry, so why not let me get dressed?

- What...? Oh yes, YES! I'm leaving now, sorry boss! - He shook himself and nearly jumped out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Finally! Kizaki is truly an invaluable person, but also a terrible talker, especially if you let him talk for more than a minute. His acceleration was then impossible, flowing into more and more colorful and vivid descriptions of reality. He was a great speaker, which is why Hanayama would leave business and incentive meetings to him. Could see with the naked eye that at such moments he felt like a fish in water. He blinked quickly. Felt the situation changed a bit. She must have heard the door close. She knew they were alone again. He looked under the covers to see if he was wrong. He was not wrong. She looked at him lasciviously. She had parted lips and a protruding tongue, the tip of which was nudging the end of his "business." A steel-silver ball flashed. It wasn't a good idea. Kizaki was still in the apartment and it was probably the first time he had bothered him!

- No. - he said, working hard to pick up what remained of his resolve and assertiveness. - No! Hanabi, stop it!

She just laughed softly and, staring at him, slipped it into her mouth. The lips were so incredibly warm and moist, and he was on the verge of reason. He stopped resisting. It only took a few moves. He exited with great force, feeling that she was pulling him out of her mouth in the process. The cover fell back, revealing long hair framing a light face speckled with thick, dripping drops of milky white semen. She smiled mischievously.

- It was rude, baby... - She grunted with her mouth full, then swallowed some of the contents and spat out the rest. - ...too much.

He smirked at her sweet face. He reached for a neat, oblong box tied with a red ribbon, which he hid in a cupboard next to the bed.

- Happy Valentine's Day, my love. - he muttered with a smile.

- Come on! It's today? - She laughed opening the box. - Oh Kaoru, don't pamper me like that! I will be demanding!

With a gentle movement, Hanabi took out a necklace hanging on the tops of her fingers, composed of links of white and yellow gold. It was shimmering subtly, reflecting sunlight streaming through the window. She put it around neck, gently fastening the buckle. It beautifully adorned fair skin. She clung to him again, wrapping arms around his neck.

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* In Japan, Valentine's Day is celebrated on February 14 (Chocolate Day) and March 14 (White Day); Japan is a country that values balance, so the holiday was broken up for two days so that men could pay their debt to women;

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