#lihito

[rotdistressxox]

Headcanons: Kengan Men Falling in Love with you / Confessing

P.S. Gaolangs' is a little long I know...sorrryyyy

Ohma Tokita

• Had no idea what the hell love was. He's rarely experienced attraction, but love ?

• Meets you, immediately gets a smile on his face because he appeared behind you and saw how cute you looked when you got startled by him.

• You were working for Kazuo when you two met. Right before the Annihilation tournament.

• At first, he'd be the one teasing you because of how jittery you were around him. But that changed as soon as you got to know him.

• Ohma was a good looking, strong willed, yet thoughtful man. You admired him with all his flaws included. You fell in love when you two accidentally made eyecontact after he had one a fight. He gave you a smirk and all you could do was feel the heat rise to your face.

• What's this? His heart beats faster when he's near you, he wants to be with you 24/7. Can see a future with you?

• Kazuo tells him it's love.

• Yup it's love.

• Niko, a passionate lover of women, failed to elaborate what love was to him. So he goes to Kazuo for answers.

• Is very conflicted on what to do. He doesn't want to picture a life without you, but also confused about what you think of him.

• He confesses first, albeit in his own unique way. Aka you and him were teasing eachother and he accidentally admits that he wants a future with you.

• You, feeling the same way, ask him to close his eyes. He obliged, and you took that chance to kiss his bruised cheek. Also admitting that you felt the same way

• Never been happier in his life. Now its his turn.

• "Can I do something?" You nod. He pulls you in by your waist and kisses your lips as best as he can.

• Not bad for his first kiss, not bad at all.

Lihito / Ichiro Nakata

• Love at first sight kinda guy. Can't help it

• Sees you and is immediately head over heels, face first in the ground, on his knees pleading in love with you

• One sided, you hardly know this dude and are taken aback by his strong advances.

• He doesn't give up on you, takes every chance to flirt ask you out, compliment you

• He eventually notices that he's not as attracted to other women anymore, seems like he's got his sights set on you.

• You can't help but also fall in love with him after a while. He's such a dork. Always excited to see you, always thinking of you. You can't help but sigh and accept your feelings

• You see him change his approach to flirting, instead of coming off strong he comes off more sincere.

• You accept when he asks you out on a date

• End of the date. It seems he's planned this whole thing out very thoughtfully. You had a genuinely good time and felt your heart skip a beat when he looks at you with a smile

• He confesses first, but he knows what he's doing this time. Holding your hand with a blush on his face, he lists everything he admires about you.

• You interrupt him, ready to cry at how well that pulled on your heart strings. You confess as well.

• There's a moment of soft silence between the both of you.

• He picks you up and spins you around while joyously laughing. You hug him back as he spins you. Nothing in your life ever felt quite as right as this.

Raian Kure

• Enemies/Rivals to Lovers.

• You were a family friend of the Kures and Erioh had offered to train you. Both you and Raian were in your mid-teens

• You two couldn't STAND eachother. Constant bickering over who was the better fighter. He threw insults and you threw them back

• Sometimes your insults were so good they impressed him. He caught himself smiling sometimes when you two had a screaming match. Damn, you were good.

• You developed feelings first, maybe a year after you two met.

• As you two got older, Erioh saw the bond between you and hounded Raian to make you his S/O.

• Erioh made him realize his feelings.

• Raian got noticeably more protective of you while also getting on your nerves. It confused you at first.

• The whole family knew about your dynamic with Raian at this point, even Karura supported you guys getting together

• After several years, you two were adults and STILL weren't together

• As you two were bickering while sparring as per usual, one thing lead to another and-

• "I love you, you fucking idiot" "I love you too you shit sniffing douchebag"

• You had him pinned down, both panting as you finished your thoughts to eachother. Starring at eachother while sweating

• Grabs the back of your head and smashes his lips onto yours. One kiss turned into a rough makeout session, the two of you fighting for who got to be on top. It lasted an hour before the both of you said anything to eachother. Afterall, you guys had years of romantic tension.

• With his lips swollen, neck covered in bite marks, he gives you a teethy smile. "About fuckin' time we said something, huh?"

Gaolang Wongsawat

• You write and run an extremely popular article/blog about the latest and greatest fights and fighters.

• You're well respected among the community, let's say that.

• You hear about the Thai God of War, it piqued your interest so you book a flight to Thailand to see the heavy weight boxing championship.

• King Rama spots and instantly recognizes you. Calls one of the security guards to bring you over to the Royal Suite viewing area.

• Wants you to meet Gaolang and exchange numbers so you can write an article about him. Something about it bringing more tourists. I mean, that was your plan in the first place.

• After the fight is over, King Rama escorts you to the locker room. And there he is, sitting on a bench with a towel over his shoulders. Sweating, but not harmed like his opponent. You have to tell yourself not to stare too much.

• King Rama introduces you, Gaolang nods and agrees to meeting up at the palace so you can interview his properly. Long story short, you have his number now.

• A day after, you and him stroll in the royal gardens. You scribble things down in your notepad about him, but half of the time you're admiring how handsome he looks.

• Of course you catch feelings first.

• His voice makes you weak in the knees, and the way he says your name makes you wanna turn into a puddle.

• The interview was a success, the two of you say your goodbyes.

• You text him a thank you, and he responds with "It was a lovely experience chatting with you. I hope to read your article soon". Major butterflies as you slide down in you plane seat.

• Another texts appears as soon as you land- " Will you coming back to Thailand for any other fights? "

• Is this what you thought it was? You responded with a "maybe, it depends"

• Things escalated from there, weeks later you've booked another flight back to Thailand to see him fight again. And then again just to see him. Soon he was paying for your flights. You stayed for weeks on end.

• It started more as a fling, he felt attracted to you the more you texted him.

• He is a certified yearner. Every second you weren't around he was thinking about you.

• It was your last day in Thailand before heading back. He had taken you to a private beach to spend the remainder of your time together. You both were in the water as the sun set in the distance.

• He held you up against him while your legs wrapped around his hips. Holding onto your thighs tightly while your arms were secured around his neck.

• "You mean everything, stay here with me. I don't think I can bear the thought of you leaving again" he mumbled into your lips breathlessly.

Yoroizuka Saw Paing

• You are an aspiring artist looking to explore the villages in Japan. Hoping to capture the essence of them and learn their cultures.

• You heard of The Village of Dawn in Kyushu, and ventured out into the mountains.

• You found it with the power of sheer will, it was actually pretty easy since you started to hear something like battle cries coming from within the forest.

• The people were quick to accept you, they honored your cause and learning the culture. The Chief lead you around, showing you various traditions.

• "SHAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" A voice boomed, almost shaking you off your feet. The Chief chases after you as you go off in the direction of the voice

• There he was, harshly swinging his head into plates of pure stone. You had never seen anything quite like it. The Chief introduces him as Yoroizuka Saw Paing, the villages' representative fighter.

• Saw Paing turns around with an unyielding smile, and a big red spot where he'd headbutt. You knew from the start that he'd most likely be the subject of your painting.

• He is overjoyed to see a person from the outside care about his village and people. Thinks what you're doing is awesome.

• You eventually get used to his loud voice and personality as you follow him around, sketching his various poses and facial features.

• He catches feelings first. He's never gotten this much attention from a someone before.

• "Hey (Reader) watch this!" "(Reader) look what I can do!" Saw really likes showing off for you, like a lot.

• Keeps you in the back of his mind when training, and it only makes him smile more.

• He is so dumb, but so lovable. Just thinking about his big dumbness in general makes you kick your feet and squeal into a pillow

• It's the day of one of his fights, he vows to fight for his village and for you.

• He hears you cheering him on, and that only fires him up more.

• Of course he wins. He leaps out of the ring and runs straight to you, sweeping you off your feet. Infront of the whole crowd, he kisses your lips with a fiery passion of what was to be expected of the strongest Lethwei fighter the world had seen.

Kanoh Agito

• Has never experienced attraction or love for anybody or anything (besides hot baths)

• Katahara Metsudo hired you as a body guard, that's when he met you. It was rare for him to hire bodyguards, as that wasn't his usual way of finding protection.

• Didn't think much of you at first, like he did with all the other people he meets unless they impress him in some way.

• If you're a woman, he'd expect you to be more 'fragile'. He hasn't really seen a female fighter before.

• Either way, you unknowingly prove yourself to him by saving Sayaka from assailants. Your moves were swift and precise, and you were able to defeat them without leaving a huge mess.

• Not only that, but you showed no fear when it came to him. The other body guards remained wary and cautious around him, while you didnt seem to care.

• You treated him like a human. Which was new coming from someone he didn't consider family.

• As a man of few words, he felt like he could have real conversations with someone. He opens up about his past, like the human Gu ritual.

• He gets his first hug ever from you. And he, awkwardly, tries to return it.

• For a few days, he thinks about what happened between the two of you. He tells Metsudo about how he feels around you. Metsudo laughs "Well then, tell (Reader) everything you told me"

• He avoids you for a while, which leaves you a bit conflicted and hurt because you really did care about him.

• He finally pulls you aside and repeats what he said to Metsudo. "I have a...strong regard for you"

• You laugh and he gets confused. "So you're saying you love me then?" You tilt your head.

• Love. That's the word. Love. He nods while humming. You smile at him, you never really considered him as a love interest. But that could definitely change. "Then say it, say it with no fear. There's nothing holding you back"

• Now that he had the words, he breathed deeply and looked you in the eyes. "I...love you"

Wakatsuki Takeshi

• The two of you met at the training gym most Kengan fighters frequented. You were new so he kept a close eye on you.

• You asked him for a spot on the squat rack, which he happily obliged. You were clearly experienced and didn't seem to need a spot with how easily you lifted without failing.

• From then on, it was small conversations here and there. Small greetings then going on with training.

• He garnered a very small crush because of how dedicated you were to coming and working on yourself.

• Honestly, he started getting distracted. Even when he was bench pressing 1000 pounds he zoned out while looking at you.

• Dropped a weight on Okubos foot while watching you practice striking a punching bag.

• He wanted to get to know you more, so he asked for you to be his part time Gym buddy. Of course he couldn't replace Okubo, he'd be heart broken.

• You couldn't keep up with him when it came to weights, but he could definitely jog with you and teach techniques when it came to fighting.

• Lihito and Okubo watch him closely as his usual mature and tough personality clearly was absent when he was with you. "You leaving us bro?" "Don't tell us you're in love!"

• Wakatsuki didn't care what the others thought. No one had ever made him feel this way, especially at his age.

• Asks you out on a date. You had such a deep admiration of him, so you accept. You could definitely see yourself with him.

• One date lead to another, then another, then another. People thought you were official, but nothing had ever been said between you two about becoming a thing.

• He was so nervous, way more nervous then when a fight was about to start. He almost sweat through his nice dress shirt while you sat accross from him, talking about whatever. Today was the day he wanted to ask you the question.

• He'd completely crushed and bent the silverware in his grip like it was tin.

• Quite literally shaking, he loosened his collar and bit the bullet. "I knew from the first day I saw you that I couldn't love anyone else the way I love you" he swallowed. "Please, be mine"

• Your heart lept out of your chest. His golden-brown eyes looking into yours, pleading for a response.

• "Of course I will" You placed your hand on his.

• His shoulders visibly untensed. He took your hand in a gentle hold and kissed your knuckles repeatedly, his way of thanking you.

#kengan ashura #kenganverse #ohma tokita #tokita ohma #lihito #raian kure #gaolang wongsawat #kaolan wongsawat #saw paing #kanoh agito #wakatsuki takeshi #x reader

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Kengan Head Canon: My Only Girl

Yandere Lihito x Childhood friend Afab Reader

TW: unhealthy behaviors, yandere themes, etc.

Lihito has always been like a puppy to you. His eyes always frantically searched for your form in the audience at all his fights. He’d whine if you’d walk too fast for his taste and he’d cling to your side whenever the two of you were together. Your parents constantly asked you if the two of you were dating from how physically affectionate the blonde was… or how his old behavior toward you borderlines on sexual harassment. He’s really matured over the years but it took awhile for him to calm down.

Lihito was obsessed with you… he still was. You’ve been friends for almost two decades and Lihito never stopped chasing after you (or your skirt). You were rather impressed with his determination. A shame he used to make you so uncomfortable.

Lihito used to sneak his hands under your shirt to grab at your stomach or he’d rub your shoulders to try to get you to sleep with him. He’d whisper absolute filth in your ear whenever the two of you were in a crowded area together. And occasionally it would rile you up… not that you’d ever give him the satisfaction of knowing that. Lihito used to be such a horn dog.

The reason why you didn’t date Lihito was because of how impulsive he was. Lihito was an imbecile and easy to manipulate. He constantly put himself in danger over his pride and you didn’t want to go down with that ship.

This was the first time in four years you’ve seen him. It’s the longest time the two of you have ever been physically apart but Rihito called you every single night (in his time zone) and when he woke up. All because he wanted your face and voice to “start his day and end his night.” Cornball.

The two of you sat together at the park. The blonde had an amicable expression on his face as he fidgets in his seat beside you.

“Why don’t we just date?” Lihito draped a muscular arm over your shoulder with a big grin. “I’m sure we could make it work. I know you don’t have much dating experience either so we could jump all the steps and get married!”

“You don’t really live the safest of lives, Lihito.” You told your friend with a frown. There were many times you were terrified he’d die but somehow he always pulled through. “You’ve been conned before too and close to death. I couldn’t worry about my partner constantly. I’d die early.”

Lihito frowned but he pulled your body closer to his. “Well I’m a lot stronger now. I’ve really pushed myself past my limits to make it this far. I’ve really grown over the last few years…”

Lihito rested his head on your shoulder, his blond hair tickled you a bit. “I want to be a better man not just for myself but for you.”

You felt yourself crumble when he gave you puppy eyes. Curse him and his big, baby blue eyes. His stupidly pretty eyes

Lihito nearly whined aloud when you held his cheeks in your palms. “You’re so corny.”

When your lips pressed against his large nose, it was over. The blonde quickly grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his lap, his lips eagerly pressed against yours. His kisses were sloppy and his ardent touches were rough, but you could feel how much he adored you with each touch. You felt as if you were on fire from his love.

You gasped when you felt him grind against you. “Woah there tiger-“ you’re pulled into another needy kiss as Lihito’s hands sneak under your shirt to grasp at your chest. “Lihito-“

“I’ve waited over a decade to touch you…” Lihito muttered into yours lips. His blue eyes heavy with lust. “I can’t wait anymore. I want you right here… right now.”

“At least in a bed.” You laughed at how quickly he scooped you up into his arms. “Impatient much?”

“You’re lucky I love you because I would’ve just done it on that park bench.” Lihito told you, his eyes filled with admiration for you. “Just know you’re not going to be able to walk for a few days until I’ve had my fill.”

“Is this how you talk to all your girls?”

“Girls? What girls? I only have you.” Lihito smiled at you. “You’re my one and only girl.”

#female reader #yandere fic #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere headcanons #kengan fanfiction #yandere kengan #rihito kengan #lihito #lihito kengan #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Lihito x reader #kengan ashura x reader #kengan omega #kengan ashura #kengan #kenganverse #obsessive yandere #yandere stories #puppy boi #lovesick #dark romance #dark content #tw.yandere

[gabi-theladylover]

Part 3 of silly Kengan stuff

#kengan #kengan ashura #kengan omega #kenganverse #draw your squad #ren nikaido #tokita ohma #niko tokita #naidan mönkbat #xia ji #gaoh ryuki #narushima koga #kurayoshi rino #rei mikazuchi #keizaburo sawada #falcon kengan #lihito #edward wu #unrelated but the little Nikaido from that 4kome looks so silly #I wanna hug him #I extremely relate to the Pikachu Rei one #but I'm the gals in the back #banging art :3

[bokutosbiceps]

Who do you think out of the Kengan cast are girl dads? Give your personal takes😝

okay okay okay okay. here are my personal takes + honestly they’re right so these are, in fact, law. i also included some kengan omega characters 😉

ps. the dudes that i left out, i believe, would not be a good father/i can't see them as a father or they would likely be closer to their son(s). for example, i can't really see gaolang as a father. he's a daddy, sure, + would be a top tier husband, but as a father i think he'd be super traditional + distant from his kids. raian, on the other hand, would likely see his kids only as "weapons" in the sense he wants to make them strong, but he'd also be closer w a son if he had a kid.

tokita ohma is a girl dad. he’d be anything his daughter wants him to be + he loves her to absolute death. he’d kill for her. he’ll raise her to be the biggest girl boss in the world + he’s incredibly proud of her, no matter what she decides to do. he’s not really great at the advice + wisdom part, but he’s very comforting + supportive. 

narushima koga is a girl dad. he’s so afraid, though. he’s so afraid he’ll mess his daughter up or teach her the wrong things but his daughter loooooves him. he seriously can’t get away, not that he would want to though. they’re best friends + he adores her. would kill + die for her. also, her biggest hype man.

hatsumi sen is a girl dad. he knows how bad men can be + is suuuper protective of his little girl. he’s basically like her shadow, but not in a creepy way. if anyone messes with his daughter, they’re fucking dead. he’s also at the mercy of absolutely anything she wants. he spoils the absolute fuck outta her.

himuro ryo is a girl dad. he’s a girl dad in the way that he doesn’t really see the point of separation of the sexes + he believes that anything a guy can do, a girl can do just as well or even better. he will instill this confidence in his daughter + watch her take over the world. he’s her number one fan 🥺

jose kanzaki is a girl dad. kiind of like sekibayashi but to a much less degree. he’s the kinda girl dad that lets his daughter do absolutely whatever she wants + will back her 100%, especially if what she wants to do is in a male dominated field. he’s gonna help her bring down tHE FUCKING PATRIARCHY. 

KANOH AGITO IS A GIRL DAD. YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. ABSOLUTELY WHATEVER HIS DAUGHTER WANTS HIM TO BE HE WILL TO THE ABSOLUTE BEST OF HIS ABILITY. FIND THIS MAN GIVING HIS DAUGHTER PIGGY BACK RIDES, SHOULDER RIDES, ETC ALL DAY EVERY DAY. HE WANTS TO LEARN HOW TO DO HER HAIR SO HE CAN BE USEFUL TO HER. HE WANTS TO LEARN MORE ABOUT WHAT SHE LIKES SO THEY CAN TALK EVEN MORE. HE WILL TRY HIS BEST TO GIVE HER ADVICE + HE WANTS TO SEE HER SUCCEED AT ANYTHING SHE PUTS HER MIND TO. ALSO. IF YOU MESS W HER YOU’RE GOING TO BE WIPED FROM EXISTENCE.

lihito is a girl dad. In a similar way to Sen, he knows how men can be + will be super protective of his daughter. BUT he’s kinda awkward around her. he sees are as such a precious little thing + is super scared of fucking it up. he loves her from afar though + is always always always there for her when she needs him.

mokichi robinson is a girl dad. need i say more?

muteba gizenga is a girl dad. he’s his daughter’s best fucking friend. they wreak havoc together. he teaches her everything he knows + is her biggest fucking fan. he’s a Grade A Dad.

SEKIBAYASHI JUN IS A FUCKING GIRL DAD. HE’S OUT HERE BEING THE BEST FRIEND, FATHER, TEACHER, IN THE WORLD. HE IS THE BEST DAD. HE’S SO WISE + SO CARING + SO PROTECTIVE. he’s never done a single thing wrong. i want him to be my father actually.

takayama minoru is a girl dad. he’s the sweetest w his daughter + she prefers him over everyone. so gentle + so kind. wow 🥺

#kengan ashura #kengan omega #tokita ohma #narushima koga #hatsumi sen #himuro ryo #jose kanzaki #kanoh agito #lihito #rihito #nakata ichiro #mokichi robinson #muteba gizenga #sekibayashi jun #takayama minoru

[kyusrak]

Cop Kaneda Au

#imai cosmo #kaneda #kengan ashura #kengan omega #kengan memes #kenganverse #himuro #kengan oc #tokita ohma #kure raian #kaneda suekichi #himuro ryo #lihito #okubo naoya #everybody knows that I'm a good girl officer #kengan four idiots #ryuki kengan #kengan koga #kiga narushima #akoya

[aneenasevla]

Red Velvet - Chapter 1 (part 1)

MasterList / Akane’s profile / Art by @aneenasevla

TIMELINE: this story begins after Cookies'n'Cream and at the same time as Devil's Food. If you haven't read those, I recommend you check them out. This is part 4 of an ongoing series.

Chapter 1 - Hopeless (part 1)

"Huh? Girl, what the hell!", Akane almost screamed into her phone, while talking with her old high school friend. "I was just joking around!"

Her face turned very red. That stupid comment she made on Instagram under a photo her friend had posted was still there and she wouldn't take it back, but hey, people were always saying stupid shit on social media, right?

Yes, the men in that photo caught her attention, and she really liked that hot tanned guy too, but there were at least seven or eight girls asking for his DMs, so as a second option, she turned her attention to the other two, who were as big as gorillas. Apparently the bald one was a famous MMA fighter and she was well aware of how utterly thirsty her friend was for that type of man, so she decided to look at the other one. Blonde, his hair clearly bleached, and a face so dumb-looking that she felt a little sorry for him. Of course, as a joke, she asked for his DMs...

She just didn't expect that her damn comment would be taken seriously.

"Well... that's the problem, Akane. He didn't take it as a joke," Tomori sighs on the other end of the line, sounding a little tired. "Rihito is a very literal guy. Especially when it comes to women. It's been four months and he won't fucking drop it..."

"For fuck's sake… Giiiiirl…," she rubs her face, exasperated. It was her lunch break, so she was eating at a nearby convenience store. "I even forgot about that dude's face, can you believe it? I already have too much on my plate. But is he really bothering you? Tell your pet gorilla to tell him to knock that shit off! Isn't he a badass fighter or something like that?"

"No chance, sis, he’s one of Naoh’s best friends. The most he can do is tell him to leave me alone while I'm in the middle of work. But as soon as I go to sit with them during lunch break, he resumes with his bullshit", She snorts, and Akane can imagine her rolling her eyes. He goes like 'What about your friend, Tomori? Has she made up her mind? Did you give her my number?', and so on. Seriously, I like him, but it's getting really annoying. That's why I decided to end this once and for all and tell you what's going on."

"Holy shit, that sucks", Akane sighs. "It's just that I... I just dumped an idiot, you know who... dipshit wanted something more serious and I really, really didn't, he's a bum and has nothing going on for him, you know... ?," She remembers the fight they had. "Sorry, I don't know if I want an encore for a while. You were lucky, but you know I'm not... and I really doubt that the blonde gorilla can handle a Gyaru..."

"Shit, girl…," Tomori says sympathetically. She remains silent for about two seconds before saying, more quietly, as if she had brought the phone closer to her mouth "Look, if you don't want to, just say so, and I'll tell him to drop it. But...," She hesitates a little. "I don't believe he wouldn't know how to deal with you. He... well, he's a pretty intense guy. Not to say batshit crazy. You had to hear about all the crazy things that Naoh and he were up to, it even involved the police..."

"Oh, hell no… didn’t you hear what I just said?!," She whimpers. "I don't want an idiot who has a history with the damn dogs, Tomori..."

"I know, relax. They've straightened up, I swear," She sighs. "What I'm trying to say is that your lifestyle wouldn't be a shock to this guy, because he's seen and experienced a lot of crazy shit that I can't even name properly, you know?"

"Damn…," she sighs again. In truth, she didn't want to say that it had been a few months since she had kicked her stupid, good-for-nothing fuck-buddy to the curb, but she was still too upset to start anything new... The problem was that she was already feeling the urge, and Papa Satan knew very well the type of woman she was. Hiro, her brother in arms on nights out, knew very well what she was like. "Okay, here's the thing... do you have his Instagram so I can check it out? I want to see if he can make me wanna take off my panties… but hey!," she almost shouts into the phone, as a warning. "I'm not doing this for him, didja hear me? It's only to make him leave you alone, and if you said he can handle me, I'll go all out. I won't hold back on the Gyaru gear. I want to see if he can handle the heat."

"He doesn't have an Instagram account, but I have some photos that I took with them over the months, and others that Naoh sent me. I'll send them to you. And I appreciate it, but seriously, you don't need to force yourself. If you don't want to, just say so, and I'll tell him to knock it off. Rihito is insistent as hell, but he also knows when to throw in the towel," She assures, her voice becoming a little more urgent.

"Wait, what kind of dumbass caveman-wannabe doesn’t have an Instagram account these days? And seriously, what kind of name is Rihito? That's either a really stupid name or a nom de guerre or something. If it's a nom de guerre, I understand, I even think it's cool..." 

A straight man having a nom de guerre... that was news to her. But why "Rihito”? Why a name that literally meant “beyond human reason”?

"He says it's 'social media for sissies’. Yeah, I'll let you know that he's that kind of guy. And he's got a bit better over the last few months," Tomori grunts a little. "And Rihito is his nickname. Or his public identity, as he likes to say. He likes to act like he's a comic book superhero or something. It's cute and kinda ridiculous at the same time..."

"Fuckin' hell, woman, look what you got me into…," Akane lets out a grunt.

"Sorry! I swear I wouldn't even be bothering you if I weren't sick of this. I'm doing this more out of conscience, to make it clear to him that I at least tried, because again, you don't have to accept it," Tomori guarantees, her tone now softer. "I really didn't know about your situation with your fuck-buddy. We've been so out of touch lately, now I'm feeling guilty."

"Relax, honey, I’m also to blame. I've been busy at the beauty salon too. I've also been a little down and I'm not even going out with my friends from the Izakayas anymore. They're all kinda settling down too, since they're all in their late twenties or early thirties. They're becoming like the ladies whose hair I cut and dye in the most boring colors," she makes a theatrical sound of nausea. "Nothing against your hair color, Tomoh, but it's sorta like when you're making your cookies, y'know? Eventually you get tired of seeing them every day... speaking of which, I want a box of 'em. I'll pay you the next time we meet."

"I understand, Kane. I got sick of sweet stuff for a reason, after all," Tomori laughs a little. "And of course, I'll make you a pretty fancy box. I can even offer a discount, to compensate for the trouble... oh, shit, me talking like that makes it seem like going out with him would be fuckin' torture," She laughs more.

"I'm a warrior, my dear. You know about my battles and my scars'', which were almost metaphorical, of course. She prided herself on having very good skin, thank you very much. "I endured gaslighters and even stalker threats... what's a gorilla compared to that?"

She laughs loudly. "Yeah, ​​I know all about your struggles, hahaha! And yes, he is a gorilla. A gorilla plush, in this case. He's pushy and very inconvenient, but a really nice guy once you get to know him better. He wouldn't be one of my boyfriend's best friends if that weren't the case," Akane could almost hear her smiling fondly.

"Hnf… I can only believe it when I see it, so send me those damn pics. Don't say anything to him yet, I don't promise anything either. If there's one that shows his pants, I want it too. Gotta check it out to see if it's worth it...," she laughs quietly. "My lunch break is almost over, so I'll see it later. Then I'll give you an answer, okay?"

"Okay, I'll send it as soon as I hang up. The first one will give you a good idea of ​​the quality of this specimen. The four of them took it on a day when they decided to go fishing, so clothes were a bit unnecessary, haha. The others were on nights I went out with them, casual things... and...," She now hesitates a little. "Please, don't think that this is me trying to pressure you, but... send your answer as quickly as possible, please. If I have to hear one more "what about your friend, Tomori?", I'll be forced to commit murder, which will really harm my criminal record and probably cost me a relationship, haha."

"I'm an expert on this matter and I can say that you can claim self-defense in court!," she laughs loudly, snoring a little. "Okay, I got back to the salon and my boss is already glaring at me, so I'm going to hang up. Send those pics and I'll make my decision. A punch in your eye and a kiss on your check, honey! Bye!," She hangs up.

It doesn't take long for her to hear the sound of notifications coming in, indicating that Tomori had wasted no time and was already sending her the photos. The poor thing must have been really desperate to get rid of that Rihito guy. She takes advantage of the fact that she didn't have any clients at that time and opens the photos Tomori sent her, making a discredited pout. The Gorilla type was a kind of bodybuilder who worked out to get strong, on any and every body part that there was to work on, and they ended up looking like a Hulk wannabe. The Okubo guy, who her friend menaged to put in a leg lock, was that type of man, and with excellence. He was easily almost seven feet tall, which made her wonder, with some hilarity, how they managed to fuck without him having to contort himself like a pretzel. The second one in the right corner of the photo was the hot tanned guy who had made every single woman in their social circle wet their panties. He wasn't a mountain of muscles like Tomori's boyfriend, but he had his own defined biceps, triceps, chest and abdomen to show off, accompanied by a tanned skin that would make most of her Gyaru friends jealous. The third, on the far left, was the smallest of the four, and despite appearing to be pretty fit, he was nowhere near as large as his fishing companions. His straight black hair, his affable expression and his fox-like eyes gave him a somewhat intellectual air; most likely the brains of that group. And the last one, right next to Okubo…

"Gorilla" was certainly an appropriate definition. He was huge. Really huge, with a broad chest where you could bury your face in and stay there until you suffocated, and if you tried to escape, the absurdly muscular arms wouldn't allow it. His six-pack would give Tomori's boyfriend's a run for its money. His face at first glance wasn't anything special (the tanned guy was by far the most handsome of the group, there wasn't any doubt), but his eyes were big, green and very expressive. They showed a somewhat smug happiness as he lifted the huge fish by the fishing line, which seemed to weigh nothing to him.

"Hnmm…," she licks a little of the lollipop she had bought to accompany the tedious afternoon that would be the second half of her working day. She zooms in on the photo, wanting to see a specific part better…

And those stupid baggy swimming trunks didn't show much. Damn it. Normally she was good at figuring these things out. But it seemed proportionate, which left her giving it the benefit of doubt. Yeah... he seemed like her type. He could even become a nice fuck-buddy... she checked the other photos. They didn't have much focus, but they confirmed that she needed to see it in person to know... he had a nice ass too; apparently someone also worked well on that. She looked at a photo with another guy with wavy black hair, and she got a little interested, but she looked away as soon as she saw him sitting with his arm around the shoulders of another friend of hers. Oh, so Kanami the Butch got herself a boyfriend too? Attagirl! And a hot one too… she nodded in approval. Okay, back to the blonde guy.

After a thorough analysis, she shrugged. Yes, he was her type, in addition to having a nice body. He also seemed kinda cute and practically had “idiot” written all over his face. Just the way she liked it. She starts to tip a response.

Panther:

Verdict: he'll do

hey wolfie, tell this guy I wanna test him

but if he complains about my style, I'll kick him to the fuckin curb

also, you said rihito isn't his real name, right? 

what's this specimen called?

Wolfie:

you're completely within your rights, panther! 

but I don't believe he'll do that, he likes women who aren't afraid to show their bodies

naoh almost punched him once when he caught him looking at my legs lmao

and his name's ichiro 

nakata ichiro

but he prefers the nickname

again, superhero with a secret identity

kinda cringe xD

Panther:

I told ya, if it's a nom de guerre, I'm cool with it

I have one after all

still, don't send him my number yet

from what I know about this guy, he'll probably keep sending me dick pics 

no matter how much I wanna see it, it's still gross, c'mon

Wolfie:

I didn't give him your number for that very reason 

he'd definitely call you a hundred times and send you some gross stuff

but he calmed down when I suggested he make an instagram account to talk to you 

fragile masculinity, imma right?

Panther:

oh boy... I foresee some debates, and not the good kind...

sheesh, here comes a old hag for us to salvage

sort everything out for me and I'll give you a really nice trim as a thanks 

what do you say? 

afterall you now have a human king kong to impress

Wolfie:

girl, I love you so much! 

I'm in! 

and yes, he loves to run his hands through my hair, so it's good to keep it nice and smooth hahaha

they're coming back from their trip in a couple of days, so I'll give them the news 

you can choose the best day for the date

Panther:

any weekend is fine

I have nothing scheduled, not even for the holidays, so it's up to you

just remember that it’s almost winter, so I wanna go somewhere warm, for god’s sake.

Wolfie:

leave it to me!

now I'm gonna let you do your thing

 I know that's a lot of work hahaha

I'll send you a message when I sort everything out with him

I just have to let you know

I wasn't exaggerating when I said he's intense

he's the clingy type, and is kinda difficult to push him away

so, if you need to, put your foot down 

he's a bit clueless but he understands what ‘no’ means

Panther:

sweetheart, you're talking to a professional

get a grip

and I'm in the mood for a physical dude

mama’s gonna eat good 🍑🍑

Wolfie:

LMAO 

yeah, I know you

but I'm warning you for a reason

he's really strong

like, REALLY strong

so you better lay your boundaries from the beginning

cause if he grabs you, it will be difficult to get out of his hug lol

Panther:

bitch you're scaring me a little here

do you want me to fuck him or not?

"Tomori, I need help at table three...," Kanami's voice echoes from the counter, arriving in the kitchen and turning down the volume "There's a group of teenagers here and a young Gyaru here who eats like a freakin' pig... Sounds like my boyfriend, I swear…"

Tomori laughs loudly "Okay, Kanny, I'm gonna help you with Ohma's clone!," She calls over her shoulder before finishing typing her answer on the phone.

Wolfie:

go ahead, I said he's nice, and he is

it's just that I worry about how you'll feel, considering you just came out of a bad situationship

and he may not understand that at first

he's a nice guy but he's not the sharpest tool in the shed

Panther:

girl, don't rain on my parade 

let me have a taste first

I'm a pro, I'll fold him like a napkin, trust me

now bye, go find something else to do

And her icon went offline.

Tomori sets her phone aside and gets up from the table with a sigh. Well, her part was already done. Rihito was going to owe her a big one. She worries for a few seconds, wondering if that was a good idea. But she didn't fear so much for her friend. She feared more for her boyfriend's friend. He had no idea who he was messing with... but perhaps an experience with the fierce predator that was Agata Akane was what that dumbass needed.

…

"Wait, really, babe?," Okubo blinks, while they were returning home, after he sent the other three idiots away and picked her up from work. "You really convinced your friend to go on a date with him?"

"I did. Even I'm finding it hard to believe that it worked!," She widens her eyes at him, an arm around his waist while he rests his on her shoulders. "Do you remember that post I made on Instagram, a few months ago, with that photo we took that Saturday? The five of us, after we left the market."

"Yeah, I remember. And I also remember what happened a few weeks later. Rihito spent fuckin' forever talking non-stop, and on the second weekend we beat his ass because we were fed up. I even left him limping, so he got the message, hahahaha! But yeah, he even said this chick's name, Akane. He kept bothering Himuro to look at her profile and everything. That was the last straw, dipshit refuses to make a profile and wants to invade her DMs with other people's accounts. Can you believe it?"

"That's so mean, Naoh, hahaha!," She laughs loudly, resting the side of her head on his chest. "But yeah, he deserved it. Akane thought that his beef with Instagram was stupid, but she overlooked the rest. Lucky him," She shakes her head. "I swear to you, love, I only did it because he wouldn't stop bothering me. Every single day! All I had to do was sit down to have lunch with you guys and he would start talking his ass off! I was almost beating him myself, sorry about that."

"No, relax. I was actually hoping that next time you would bring your baseball bat because I’m fed up too. But the hardest part will fall on your friend's shoulders, you know, he could do something stupid and she would run away from him like the devil runs from a cross."

"Oh, you don’t have to worry about that…," She smiled at him, and that smile was sharp, almost dangerous. "Akane isn’t the type to run away like that. It's the others who run away from her. Rihito is going to be in for a real surprise, trust me."

"Hnmmm...," he didn't seemed very convinced. "Look Tomori, I don't know... I've seen Rihito go after lots of women, in all shapes and sizes, and... it's kinda sad, actually. He really doesn't know how to behave around women. I mean, he was even worse than me, he only behaved a little when we were all together and...," his eyes widened, and his face lit up. "I have an idea! Tomoh, how about a double date?"

"Huh?," She blinks at him, her mouth opening in surprise. "A double date? Like, you, me and the two of them?"

"Yeah! This way I can hold the idiot back. I mean... with us together, he'll hold his tongue and he won't feel obligated to impress her, you know? Not to mention that if you need to, you can take her to the bathroom and have a chat, then you can give me a hint as to whether everything's going well or not. I... I feel like I owe him this one,  y'know..."

"... Oh. You still feel indebted to him, don't you? For what he did after our disastrous first date...," That was now a distant memory that no longer affected her, so she could remember the humiliation of having to deal with a completely drunk Okubo in a public place without it upsetting her. "I understand. I think I would feel the same way. It was because of what he was willing to do that I concluded he was a nice guy after all."

"Yeah… so… do you think it'll work? And...," he pulls her closer to him, smiling mischievously. "I miss you, y'know... after we've both left, we can have some quality time for ourselves too. What do you say?"

She smiles sweetly at him, hugging him sideways, snuggling the side of her head against that broad chest that she loved to use as a pillow. "I was thinking the same. I miss you too... our last outings were to my parents' house, and there I can't cuddle with you the way I like, haha. So yes, it was a great idea!"

"See? From time to time I have some good ideas, I'm not that stupid…," he jokes, smiling at her.

"You're not stupid. You just have a simpler and more direct mentality, and a lot of good things can come out of that. Like now," She jokes too, taking his hand in hers and placing a small kiss on its back.

At that moment they arrive at his car. He opens the door for her, closes it when she gets in and walks around to get on the other side.

NEXT CHAPTER HERE

#heavybakery #fanfiction #brazilian artists #fanfic #kenganashura #kengan ashura #kengan omega #rihito #lihito

[arianathefox]

Everyone can be ponyfied.....

#kengan ashura #fanart #manga #kengan omega #ryo himuro #suekichi kaneda #tokita ohma #setsuna kiryu #lihito #cosmo imai #gaolang wongsawat

[shinjisspouse]

Ok so I’ve been getting really into writing lately so if you guys want should I make this a blog about x reader?

#kengan ashura #final fantasy x reader #blue lock #bleach #one piece #jjk #jjba #fist of the seeker #kenganverse #reverend insanity #tekken 7 #yakuza #kimetsu no yaiba #setsuna kiryu #lihito #metsudo #narushima koga #hatsumi sen #kure raian #tokita ohma #vagabond

[karolinevassalor]

Its been a while from this chapter, but still give me chills. The very thought of defeat Agito was nearly impossible yet Gensai managed and everyone was in shock.

Sen reaction my fav xD

#kengan ashura #manga #kanoh agito #hanafusa hajime #hatsumi sen #lihito #rihito #kure raian #ohma #wakatsuki takeshi #sekibayashi jun #kaneda suekichi #himuro ryo #kuroki gensai #akoya seishu #nikaido ren #Yamashita

[rotdistressxox]

Kengan Men: What turns them on?

!Nsfw! 18+! Afab bodyparts mentioned

Ohma Tokita

• Calling him a good boy. Doesn't matter if you say it teasingly or seductively. It will hit the right nerve in him

• Watching you walk up the steps while he's behind you. Likes seeing how your hips and ass move from side to side.

• Pulling his hair, especially while he eats you out. Roughly tugging at it while arching your back as he sucks on your clit.

• Wearing his clothes. It's like eyecandy to see how his shirts fall on every curve on your body. Will fuck you senseless if he finds out you're not wearing anything else but his shirt.

• Seeing you a bit more dominant also gets him riled up. Bonus points if you're a fighter, seeing you beating the shit out of someone gets him instantly hard.

• Squeezing and admiring his muscles, he knows what his body does to you. Purposefully flexes his abs while ramming his cock into you so you can see and tighten around him.

Lihito / Ichiro Nakata

• The basics. Lingerie, dirty talk, seeing you in any tight and revealing clothing.

• Flirty texts and nudes.

• When you bend over in a skirt. Has to lean to the side a little to see how far it rode up before smacking your ass.

• Degredation. Yes I'm serious, but not the extreme types.

• "You're my little fuck toy, you know that? My good little fuck toy" "Y-yes, I'm your good little fuck toy" he replies as you grind on his dick relentlessly.

• Seeing you wear lipstick, knowing damn well it's gonna end up all over his body at the end of the day.

• Looking up at him while you suck him off. That's why he looks away from you during blow jobs otherwise he's just gonna burst.

• Telling him to fuck you. Whether it's commanding him or begging him, his pants are coming off. When you moan "faster" or "harder" He goes insane and swears under his breath as he nears his peak.

Raian Kure

• Praise. Praise. Praise. Whisper how good he is at fighting or how sexy he looked while doing and it sends him over the edge.

• Being rough with him. It seems like he'd be the one manhandling you, for the most part it is. But scratching his back, biting him, and gripping any part of his body tightly awakes a primal urge in Raian. Mostly because he likes to keep memoirs of how good he fucks you.

• Suffocate him with your thighs. No light squeezes, make sure you're actually suffocating him with them while he's sticking his tongue down your pussy.

• Begging. No matter the context, it will always make his head go crazy seeing you pleading for him to fuck you, or to buy you ice cream.

• Chokers where they have spikes on them or a ring. He wants to get you one with his name on it. For bedroom purposes...

• Whimpering or when you moan into a pillow. You look sound so cute and helpless and it makes him wanna growl.

• When you gag on his dick. Further more reason to shove it down your throat.

Gaolang Wongsawat

• When you wear silk or satiny robes with some of you chest exposed. You look like a Renaissance painting to him if you sit in a robe in the evening infront of a window

• The after-shower look. Your hair is wet, your skin is dewy, and you're wrapped in a towel. Scolds himself for not joining you, but is also glad to see you walk out like that.

• Romantic atmospheres. Candles, lights down low, rainy nights. Anywhere he can truly cherish you and your body.

• Seeing you tremble and hold back your moans from pleasure. Will try his best to make you moan louder though.

• Squirming underneath him as his fingers curl inside you.

• Moaning his name into his ear, something about it just makes his mind fog with the dirty things he wants to do to you.

• Seeing his bulge in your stomach while he slowly thrusts in and out of you. Tries to not look to much because it will make him cum almost instantly.

Saw Paing Yoroizuka

• Flashing him. A nipple, a bit of underwear, your ass, he will get flustered and try to hide his hard on.

• Shoulder kisses and hickiessss

• Words of encouragement. Like "You're doing so well, just a little longer" and "Yes, right there- Please"

• On a similar note, telling him how good he's making you feel. Commenting about how you're gonna cum on his fingers or his cock.

• Giving him a hand job as you look into his eyes. Kissing his lips as his knees weaken and he groans uncontrollably. Thrusting into your hand as hes desperate to climax. Everytime

• When your eyes roll over in euphoria as he snaps in and out of you repeatedly. The sight of you is enough to drive him into craziness and break the bed.

• Watching as your hands desperately grab the sheets or his arms because of the amount of pleasure you're experiencing

Kanoh Agito

• You wearing sheer tights, leggings, or nothing at all on your legs. He isn't that horny / needy all the time. But when he gets you at the right moment, he's on his knees kissing up your foot to the back of you calve.

• Neck kisses. Your lips fluttering up and down his neck as he tilts his head to the side. Closing his eyes and he sharply exhales.

• Body worship. Fight me. I will die on this hill.

• Watching your body's every reaction to his touch. His hands sliding from your waist down to your thighs.

• Your face as it winces in pain as you struggle to take his length after a while.

• Hearing you moan is like music to his ears. Him slowly rolling his hips in and out of you so you feel every inch of him.

• Your body when it moves in sync with his. Finally feeling one with you again as it reacts positively to every single movement.

Wakatsuki Takeshi

• Feeling you pressed against him. Like hugs and cuddles, sometimes he'll get a boner but won't tell you unless you notice

• Strip teasing. It takes every ounce of willpower not to rip your clothes off of you, but he likes it.

• Riding his thigh, holding onto his shoulders as he presses you harder into him. Loves how needy you get as you grind faster, riding out your climax.

• Holding you on his shoulders, against the wall, while he eats you out. Your palms pressing against the ceiling as he sucks on your folds and nibbles your inner thighs.

• Playing with your breasts/chest as his fingers mercilessly rub your clit in circles.

• When your thighs shake as he inserts himself. He knows he needs to take it easy because of his strength, but one of these days he hopes you let him be a little rougher.

• He likes to press his thumbs into your stomach while gripping your hips and bouncing you on his cock. Feeling the slight bulge of himself moving before cumming inside of you.

#kengan ashura #kengan ashura x reader #kenganverse #ohma tokita #tokita ohma #lihito #raian kure #gaolang wongsawat #saw paing #kanoh agito #wakatsuki takeshi #x reader

[karthedense]

The mood of being a Kengan fan before ComicKey picked it up is reflexively spelling Lihito as Rihito and Kaolan as Gaolang

#kengan ashura #lihito #rihito #kaolan wongsawat #gaolang wongsawat

[hellengellen]

Lihito and tiny Lihito

#kengan ashura #lihito #ケンガンアシュラ #I usually dont like sports anime but i watched the series with my friend and im obsessed now its such a good show #Also yeah I got attached to him hes so funny #Oh also phone art

[bokutosbiceps]

hehehe sorry for going MIA after my poll ended, but y'all chose smth for kengan! y'all know the drill, time to pick a character! (i put all our fav boys in here) 😁

ps. there will be another poll to choose the scenario after y'all choose the character ✨🍂

#kengan ashura #kengan omega #tokita ohma #kure raian #ohma tokita #raian kure #kanoh agito #narushima koga #imai cosmo #takayama minoru #gaolang wongsawat #gaolang #meguro masaki #lihito #okubo naoya

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 19 - The Return Of The Queen

A whole two years passed since the Kengan Annihilation Tournament ended. Since then, Agito and Kisara travelled around the world from country to country, living one day at a time. It was by far, the most fun they've ever had - So much freedom, so much to learn... The whole world was theirs for the taking! At some point, they even reached Thailand and they met up with Gaolang who acted as a tour guide of sorts. Once Kisara met with King Rama though, they hit it off so well that Gaolang was fearing for his life, judging by those enigmatic, fox-like grins they had on their faces whenever he'd catch them looking at him. It was here that she and Agito first rode on an elephant - It was so thrilling! She almost felt upset, leaving for another place to visit, but life is life, and life is meant to be lived!

Ultimately, however, after one year and a half into travelling, Kisara and Agito agreed to settled for a while at a motel, in the middle of the nowhere that Arizona is. Though Kisara often found their little room incredibly boring, and even the wi-fi connection was often shitty... They were somehow able to make it work. Every day they would travel to hell knows what place via motorbike, and since they got here, they even customised their helmets and got a clothing style change. What was once classic elegance became intimidating leather, chains and studs. The only thing different was that, although Agito's helm had a skull motif and his new nickname, AG, in neon - Kisara had purple LED lights and cat ears. They were hilarious.

There was a single thing, however, that never changed for those two, and that was their thirst for fighting. It was far too hot during the day to bother, but once the Sun began to set, Agito would teach Kisara everything he knows, from Systema, to Formless and Martial Arts - Even the Niko style that he knows, though he made it clear that whatever he knew was far different than what Ohma taught her once. In turn, Kisara helped him spar to the point that he had no delay between his two sides... Even if that meant getting speared, cleaved and beaten up to the point of screaming at him to give her a break. No matter what amount of training she goes through, she will never be able to equal the strength of her punch, to that of people like Agito, Gaolang or Takeshi. With her accuracy, speed and agility, however, she is now able to fight without needing to rely constantly on the element of surprise to get a good win. 

When they would finally go to rest for the day, they would tell stories from their past, of whatever kind. Here's that she learnt Agito was an orphan from Mainland China, and he was found as a teenager by the Chairman, in some kind of ritualistic warehouse where he had to kill everyone to survive the Gu ritual...  The one where you put centipedes in a jar and watch them eat each other - The last one that survives has the poison inserted in it. To think that as a young you are thrown in a battle royale setting... No wonder those murderous, beast-like urges of his would still often dominate his mind, even into adulthood. To lighten thing up, however, Kisara asked if he still remembers the language or anything from his childhood, and though it wasn't much, Kisara showed him some of the songs and dances she learnt from watching TV shows set in other dynasties. He would tell her about his 23 years or so of staying with Katahara, being educated by the best teachers appointed to him, meeting baby Sayaka and Retsudo, sometimes ever caring for them.

In turn, Kisara would tell him of her old, boring life in her small, little house which she used to share with her parents. Agito's mind felt bewildered, hearing her speak so gracefully and loving of the parents that she murdered herself - After all, knowing that your whole life was a lie, can't be easy to digest. Still, he felt proud of her for getting so far in life, and even so strong - From the quiet girl that would study at home every day, do only indoor hobbies, do no physical exercise, live on coffee and a light meal per day and sleep like three hours per night. The life of a shy medical student had broken her psyche to the point of fearing people, but meeting Ohma, the catalyst of her radical change - And more, meeting Wakatsuki who brought her into the Kengan world, who supported her dream of getting stronger and helped her out with loans to become an independent person - And even having Hatsumi introduced, who taught her how to liberate herself of all her worries and problems, and in those four years together, she was able to achieve a peace of her mind and heart that she never thought possible to achieve. 

She told him of all the times the camped in the woods, the meditation sessions in the fields, or on the cliffs of the mountains after a good trek, and then she told him of the times when Hatsumi had her practice in the river, and her feet went numb from the cold water, only to get thrown in the lake near the cascade, under the pretext of showering off the sweat - The jerk should have had it coming though, as he was laughing his ass off, she pulled him in the water to freeze with her. But then, there were also the trips to the ocean, when they would wake up in the early morning to watch the sunrise and calm their minds to the sound of the waves and the occasional seagull, and have a long walk, barefoot, on the wet sand and watching the sun set into the sea. She often longed and missed those days, but she was well aware that they can return one day... Once Hatsumi stops his training in China with Rei.

Though two years passed, Agito still had a lot to learn of life, and Kisara was eager to teach him more and watch him flourish... And though two years passed, Kisara's grief still remained, and she had only Agito to rely on with a hug and a shoulder to cry on. When life was too much, he would see her subconsciously reaching for that ring and clucthing it, or playing aimlessly with it, to the point of obsession. She wanted to move on so desperately, but couldn't. Two years alone just weren't enough for a heart to heal.

"A'ight Agito, time for our drinks. I need an ice-cold Gin with lemon Schweppes." Kisara chuckled, taking off her helmet and putting on her shades instead, hooking her arm around the man's large forearm. "Agree. I've got an idea for tonight's training session." he spoke, walking inside the saloon.  Their heavy boots clattered the wood on the ground as they made their way to the bartender, who was also the owner of the place, and of the motel. "Howdy, Fox. AG. You've got a visitor." "... A visitor?" Agito took off his helmet. "AG? Is that your new nickname? I like it. It's way cooler than Fang. We meet again, Kano. It's great seeing you again, Kisara." the girl gasped, putting her shades up on her hair to look at the man. "You... What are you doing here?" Agito asked, smiling as the two sat at the bar. "Himuro Ryo. Out of all people, I wouldn't have expected you here. It's lovely seeing a familiar face around these places." the girl grinned cheerfully at him. "I'll have a double jack, straight up. The usual Gin for Fox." as if the bartender already had everything prepared, the two were drinking in few seconds straight. "Whoa, slow down, drunk driving's against the law." Himuro warned the two, shocked by their behavious. "I know, but we're not driving anymore today. We've been staying in the motel across the street for the past half a year now." Agito explained simply. "So, the Ex-Fang of Metsudo's living in a motel, huh? What are you doing out here, in the middle of nowhere?" Ryo also ordered a drink, leaning back to look at the two. "Well, excuse me for being in the middle of nowhere." the bartender grumbled in annoyance. "What are we doing...? That's what we're trying to figure out." Kano hummed solemnly. "Kano, let's get back on track. I want to talk to you..." Ryo began, only to get cut off. "Is it about the competition?" Kisara butted in quickly. On one hand, she was almost eager for another such tournament, and wanted to throw her frustrations by plummeting someone that wasn't Agito. On the other hand, she knew nobody would want her as a fighter, in detriment of proper fighters like Agito or Wakatsuki. "It's for the Kengan Association. Will you enter, Kano?" as expected, the invitation was solely for him. "For the Kengan Association? The only reason I fought in the Kengan matches was to pay back my debt to the Master, and now that the Master is no longer Chairman, I have no reason to fight for the Kengan Association." the man spoke, his resolution clear. "I... Wouldn't be so sure." this attracted the attention of both people. “Chairman Katahara has announced that he's sending a fighter into the competition. That fighter is the Eight Fang of Metsudo." Ryo explained briefly - But the notion shocked both bikers. "EIGHTH?!" their gasped loudly. "Wait, what are you talking about? I was the Fifth Fang - You mean I've had THREE successors in just two years?!" the notion alone made no sense whatsoever, especially considering the many years of servitude he had under the Master. "I see... I guess you haven't heard. After you retired as the Fang, they selected the Sixth Fang. In the end, they picked one of the rookie bodyguards to be the Sixth Fang of Metsudo. I saw one of his matches, and he was just as powerful as you... But he turned traitor." Kisara gasped. "He abandoned his title of the Fang of Metsudo and transferred to Purgatory. He was planning to use the name of Fang of Metsudo all along, so that he could enter the Purgatory under better conditions, since they pay better than the Kengan Matches." once Ryo continued by saying the traitor will be a fighter on the other side, a dark aura settled around the saloon. "We're in." Kisara resoluted for the both of them, although she wasn't going to be a fighter. "Himuro. The competition is in half a year, right?" Himuro nodded. "That scoundrel who betrayed the master will get what he deserves." Kisara hasn't seen that wicked, revengeful expression on his face since the Annihilation Tournament - It was clear he was fired up, and she could easily understand why. Even she, who was helped by Katahara with the briefest of things, was enraged at the notion of a Fang betraying his master, and wanted to see him dead. "Who are the other people joining? Actually, how many fighters is our line-up supposed to have?" Kisara asked, excited - That meant she was going to see her friends again, and they wouldn't have to be fighting each other! "As far as I know, thirteen fighters on each side. So far, apart from Kano, we have Gaolang, Wakatsuki, Naoya and the Eighth Fang." the red head squealed in delight. "I can't wait!" the girl was beyond thrilled and couldn't contain her glee. She knew, for the remaining half a year, her and Agito will have to train even harder and stop any bit of slack they might have previously indulged in. It was time for the supreme showdown to emerge.

Half a year passed by at an indefinite time, and suddenly, their stay at the motel wasn't as boring as Kisara thought it was previously. Spending most of their time fighting and perfecting their techniques made things far more enjoyable. She felt alive every time she fight - Not only from the satisfaction of landing punches and doing damage, but her nerves were lit on fire - The pain she felt reminded her that she's not numb, nor dead. It was fine. She was fine, and she was going to continue being even better. 

"Get up." Kisara called out to Agito, looking down at him - With that grin of his plastered, he shot to his feet and attempted to grapple the girl, only to get hit with his own Dragon Shot. "Perfect aim. Your blows got stronger." the Emperor coughed, stepping back. "You should join the line up. I have full confidence in your skills." "You trained me for almost three years, I bet you trust me to fuck them up." the red head chuckled lightly. "It's fine. I'm content with just watching you guys fight. The stakes are high, unlike before. I could lose company money all I want, but we are talking about the safety and continuation of the Kengan association. It means a lot to me... I wouldn't want to cause it harm indirectly." she explained, ruffling her hair messy. "We'll see the rest of the line up. We can always substitute." he grunted solemnly. "You really want me to fight, don't you?" he nodded. "Why?" "Because I want to see you proving to yourself that you can win." Kisara looked up at him, first with surprise, then she smiled tenderly. "Thank you for believing in me, Agito." at that moment, Agito's phone rang. The person on the other end of the line, who was shockingly enough, Yamashita Kazuo, knowing that Kisara was with him, had the man put the phone on speaker, so she could also hear what he had to say.

Tokita Ohma is alive.

That was the whole phone call. If Kano was shocked to hear such news, Kisara's knees went weak, and she fell to the ground. It took the man slapping her awake to get her back to reality. And boy, was she mad. The whole night, she couldn't concentrate on anything except fighting with Agito and hopefully get rid of the anger that she felt. For two years and a half, everyone thought Tokita Ohma died, only to find out that he was safe and sound, and training with the Kure Clan, at their village. With Raian. Raian, with whom Kisara texted almost daily. She was going to rip his throat out.

'Kure Raian, I'm going to rip your guts our of your body and hang you from a tree for the animals to maul and eat you.'

Raian, receiving that text, only laughed to the point of his sides hurting - And when Ohma asked what the hell was he on about and why wasn't he returning to their fighting spar, he simply showed him the text - And Ohma, too, was amused, though he knew, there will be hell to pay for keeping her in the dark for so long. The reaction of everyone, especially the older manager, was enough to make him realise that, in his hopes of keeping them safe, he simply made them mourn.

It was good to be home, Kisara thought, but it was so lonely, sad and quiet. Even taking a hot bubble bath and drinking wine didn't work in keeping her calm. In the middle of the night, she packed her bag and drove to Agito's - She couldn't stay alone. She needed someone to keep her out of her spinning mind. Ohma was alive. Why didn't he tell her? Why did he keep it a secret from everyone, especially her and Yamashita? Raian too - Couldn't they just send a hint? Anything at all? Why did he want her suffering for so long? She couldn't phantom how the hell did she become so reliant on a man, but she owed Agito everything for being so patient and abiding to any of her whims, even in her most unstable of days. 

Together, they went to the private jet of the Kengan association, to go the island where the tournament will be taking place. She saw the fighters walk towards the plane, but her and Kano remained in the back. She saw Ohma's silhouette. She didn't feel strong enough to walk straight up to him and sock him in that beautiful, beautiful face of his. She was content ignoring him and going to speak with the others, or meet the new faces.

First, she went to Gaolang to give him a hug - But as soon as she saw that Ohma and Yamashita were eating at the table next to him, she made a quick excuse and scurried off. Next, was a guy around the age of 40 probably, with messy dark hair and a stubble. He was dressed in Japanese clothes, and was leisurely reading on the couch next to Julius, who was eating twenty or so sandwiches. "Hi! I'm Kisara. It's great meeting a new fighter." she extended her hand for him to shake. The man looked at her with the most tired expression in the world, and grunted at her in acknowledgement, shaking her hand - But his eyes soon widened, realising the strength and pressure she was so innocently applying to that grip. Was she attempting a battle of strength? "Tokuno'o Tokumichi. Nitoku, for short." under the circumstances he found himself he, Nitoku lazily got up, and played her game. People were staring at them - While Kisara held that enigmatic fox-like smile, Toku seemed to keep a solemn leisureness about him, though he was on high alert. As if sensing the momentum, Nitoku fell into a crouching position and grappled the girl's thighs, grabbing her and holding her into a death grip - But she was laughing so serenely, that he almost felt as though he fell in her trap. "If you wanted to hug me, you should have just said so. You're pretty attractive, I admit." he looked up at her, bewildered by her weird words. "I wanted to see if you were strong enough for what was going to happen... And eventually, find out your fighting style too." Nitoku felt as though he completely failed, and slowly, he put her down on the ground.  "Sambo." he replied, and in that instant, the mischievous expression on her face changed to one of pure wonder. "Sambo?! You -- Really?!" he nodded, watching her smile grow ever wider. "That's amazing! I've never seen a true Sambo master in practice before! Now that I think of it, you do have the build for it. Ah - Do you like Dostoevsky?" "Y-Yes. I studied literature in Russia. I am an author, but I need some more money... So I guess I take the occasional fight." he explained, taking his book from the couch and showing her that he was, in fact, reading Dostoevsky, as she predicted. "You have suddenly become one of my favourite people here." with a peace sign, she left the man to look at her moving away with sheer confusion. What was that interaction, anyway? He had no clue - But at least there's someone in there that can appreciate true literature genius.

The next person she saw was Masaki Meguro...  But it wasn't actually the psycho that got killed by the kick-boxer, but his... Brother? Alright. Whatever. He seemed like a normal person. Time to move on to the last person - He seemed like a kid, standing on an armchair, away from the crowd... But he seemed threated by Akoya? That psycho. Kisara went to them and reached up to grabbed Akoya's shoulder and push him away. "Enough threatening, Psychop. Leave the kid alone. He doesn't want to deal with you." Akoya looked down at the girl with an even graver look. Another pair of steps approached them, and Wakatsuki made him back off. Apparently, this psycho-cop almost killed Murobuchi Gozo. How awful. "Don't mind him, kid. He's not normal in the head. I don't get why he's here." she crouched down to his level - Only to get a better look at him and freeze. He looked just like a younger copy of Ohma. It wasn't easy looking at him, but she smiled nonetheless. "I'm Kisara. If you ever have any question, you can always come to me for anything. I'm sure I can help you out."  "Thanks, Miss Kisara. My name is Gaoh Ryuki. I am one of the fighters, actually, not a kid." as if his face wasn't enough, even his name was the girl stare at him in shock. Gaoh, huh? What a mess. "So young, yet so talented. I look forward to seeing you fight, then." she got up and patted his fluffy hair - Shit, so fluffy, just like Ohma's. This was addicting.

She walked away from him - He had such a soft and innocent face... Was Ohma like that too, long before they met? When he was much younger?  Deep in thought, Kisara wanted to go to Agito and just attempt to take a nap, leaning on his shoulder - But she saw him standing next to Retsudo. Lihito and Naoya were there too, staring down at... Someone. Her feet dragged her there - And that someone turned his head, and smirked as playfully as she usually does. "Ah, Miss CEO is here! What a delight!" it was the bodyguard that came to the infirmary after her fight. "Misasa? Wait - Don't tell me... It is you! You're the Eighth Fang of Metsudo!" he grinned even wider. "Miss CEO hasn't seen me fight, yet she guessed right. I'm flattered!" he chuckled lethargically. At this point, Lihito was drooling, looking down at the elegant silhouette of the red haired woman in front of him. "I'm happy for you. In fact - I'm very happy to see someone like you being acknowledged as strong enough for that title." compared to every other fighter, Kisara and Misasa looked absolutely tiny and slender. Though the new Fang was a few centimeters taller than her, and a bit more built, they were very much alike, especially with the tactics behind their techniques. "Yes, I bet you're happy. You must have gotten even stronger than before. I heard you were trained by Kano these years. I'm looking forward to your fight." Kisara smiled wryly. Lihito attempted to reach out to the girl, but he got his hands easily swatted away, without her even bothering to look at him. "I'm not in the lineup, sorry. But since you are - Make us proud, will you? You're the pride of cute, little people like us." she chuckled lightly, hearing him huff in amusement. "Just beat someone up and take their place. I'm sure that would be fun." Lihito started whining, making both the shorter fighters roll their eyes, not appreciating the conversation being disturbed like that. "What. The hell. Do you want." Kisara snapped her head at him - Only to get called out by Agito for cursing. "Sorry, Agito." she now hates that she made him promise to call her out for over cursing. It was a bad habit she picked up after Ohma's death, to relieve pent up tension, but she had to stop already, it went against her convictions. "Can I have your phone number?" Lihito asked, but received a negative answer. "Can I take you for a date?" again, no. "Then at least gimme your pussy!" The other four men around went silent. The pressure was immense, and the room suddenly felt much darker. Kisara's silent anger was enough for them to realise that, if Lihito continued with his antics, he might not have enough limbs and organs to actually fight in the competition. Before he could blink again, the blond idiot found himself breaking the shelf by the wall much behind him. The commotion made more people see what had happened. "What? It was just a punch. He should count his blessing." Kisara shrugged non-chalantly, only to hear a familiar, wicked laugh roaring through the plane - It made her groan. "Good one, babe!" she looked away from him. "I don't speak to traitors. Go jump off the plane. Nobody likes you." she said, side stepping Raian - And she had to continuously side-step him for a while, as he still tried to annoy her, like that irritating younger brother that won't leave you alone. "I should have stayed in Arizona." the woman groaned, going to hide behind Agito. "Tell that fuckass that I'm not friends with scummy, filthy traitors!" Agito and Retsudo looked confused between the Kure psycho and the fox-girl. "I WANT TO SEE YOU FIGHT, WOMAN!" "All the more reason NOT to!" she huffed. From the end of the room, Yamashita Kazuo and Ohma chuckled at the jovial interaction between the participants. They had a good roster - Things were bound to go well for Kengan. They had faith. "BUT I GET TURNED ON WATCHING YOU FIGHT!" Raian always knew how to exasperate her. "I'll gouge your eyes out!" he was clutching his sides painfully.

It seems the flight was a decent and short one, for they already arrived at Mt. Godslayer, the artificial dome created to look like a volcano-mountain. It was great, but for Kisara, nothing can compare to Katahara's island. All 13 fighters from Kengan were called on the stage, where the 13 Purgatory fighters were awaiting. For some reason, Naoya was dressed as a clown - That was weird. On the other hand, the fighters from Purgatory seemed rather intimidating. Most of them was dressed, except for a Julius-built guy, and some  skeletal-like short man. 

Yamashita and Kisara went to stay at the Kengan fighter waiting room - The others followed soon after. From there, they noticed Sayaka and Jerry Tyson from the commentator table. It was then that they were announced the ways of winning: Knock out or Ring out. Additionally, if someone kills their opponent, they are disqualified.

"Weaklings." Kisara spat. "That Ring-Out rule is bullshit. Only weaklings need to cheat to win a fight. Might as well bring secret weapons too." she scoffed in annoyance. The Kengan fighters were the real deal, and surely, they will be at a disadvantage when abiding the ring-out rule. It wasn't fair. "Ya heard her. Those guys must be a bunch of pussies if they need to ring-out to win. Ha! Those fuckin' pigs." Raian gruffed, his arms crossed to his chest in disgust. For an assassin and combat-master, this was an annoying rule - Most of the others were in agreement. "That just means we have to be extra careful. They are used to that rule, so they will try to take advantage of it." Wakatsuki pointed out. Yamashita, as the manager, explained that every three turns, a team must choose their fighter first, and the other must respond - And then they swap.  "This sounds more like a chess game than a fighting game. Bullshit." Kisara was seemed the biggest hater of this tournament all of a sudden. "We must adapt to their rules, unfortunately. Everyone, be careful." Naoya looked absurd with that clown outfit on.  "I really hope you won't fight in this silly get up." Kisara eyed him quietly, as everyone was fighting amongst themselves to assert who will fight first. "I'll go first." Agito declared solemnly. "No, you're like the general of the army. We need to save you for when wee need you most." Gaolang strategically pointed out. "I don't give a damn about your rules. I'll handle this myself." Akoya grumbled, ready to fight. Raian cheerfully laughed. "You're talkin' a lot of shit for a fuckin' pig~♪!"  "Would you like to be the first to die?" Seishuu clenched his fists, threatening the Kure devil. "HUUUUH?! Did I hear that right? Who's gonna die here?" Raian's face looked as twisted as a Japanese Oni mask. "Okay, break it up, you two." Misasa calmly broke the two apart, but it was for naught. They continued to fight, whilst Yamashita came too, hoping to intervene and keep them away from each other. Ohma was done with them, whilst Wakatsuki was disappointed in them and wanted to sub them out. Masaki shaded them, whilst Nitoku was disgusted - And Lihito shrieked like a bratty, cheerful kid, wanting to be picked first. "FUCKING QUIEEEEEEETTTTT!" Kisara's loud voice made everyone stop and stare at her with wide, surprised eyes. One point for Hatsumi for teaching her the trick to that. "Fucking finally. You're all behaving like a bunch of stupid kindergarden kids. YOU'RE ADULT FIGHTERS, BEHAVE LIKE THAT! WHERE'S YOUR FIGHTER PRIDE?! YOU'RE EMBARRASSING US IN FRONT OF THOSE LOSERS!" now that she was able to get everyone's attention and scolded them appropriately, Gaolang nodded at her as a thanks.  "I'll go first." he threw his coat to the ground, stepping into the rink. "Be careful, Gaolang. You can win, but be wary of the ring-out." Kisara reminded him, and he nodded in acknowledgement. "Thank you, Miss Kisara... But Gaolang already went ahead. Do you think that's good?" Yamashita Kazuo asked, Ohma walking right next to him. "It's not optimal, no. I hoped to put him as a retaliation, not as a first pick. Either way, I met Gaolang last year in Thailand. His fist is in perfect condition and he's gotten stronger than before. He has every chance to win by Knockout." the girl explained, abruptly turning with her back to her husband. "Kisara, let's talk." his voice made her shudder - But she didn't look back. She couldn't. Instead, she walked away and clinged onto Agito's arms, leaning on his side to get a good look at the ring. How long will she be able to keep this up, she didn't know, but she couldn't bare to face him and keep her emotions in check, let alone speak to him properly. 

Gaolang's opponent was Carlos Medel, a former boxer that won every match, from the middle-weight class, all the way to the top of the heavy-weight class - And then, he gave up. He was too strong, and he had no competition. Not only that, but his manager was also a shithead, and Carlos couldn't get any matches, so he simply vanished from the public eye. He was a true legend and practically a God for his people in Mexico. "If he's a heavy-weight boxer, why is does he look skinnier than even me and Misasa?" Kisara asked, turning to the other fighters. "Yes, I wondered that myself." Nitoku put his glasses on and stared at the screen. "I don't know much about public sports, but aren't heavy-weights around 90 KG in just about every sport? He looks about 54... No, 53 kilograms at best." Ohma guessed. "That's far less than even me. I think that puts him about Miss CEO's weight, then. And counting his height, that's even weirder." Misasa pointed. "He's all skin and bones. Seems like there's not even a drop of sweat in him. Can he really fight like that?" Lihito pointed out - At that moment, Kisara gasped - A Eureka moment possessed her. "CAPOEIRA!" she gulped. "He must have become a dancer - Why else would he shave off half of his weight? He must be incredibly fast and agile to pull off those ridiculous moves. Besides - Capoeira was developed in Brasil. Brasil is in South America, and he's from Mexico, so not too far away, all things considered." "Shit, pretty girl might just be right." Raian grumbled.  "How'd you guess?" Lihito asked, blinking in wonder. "Eddy and Christie from Tekken! You're right, it would make sense!" Naoya's comment made Kisara grin, "Exactly~! Although, my main is Sergei, the Russian Sambo babe." she winked at Nitoku playfully, who got flustered and confused.

Alisa, the referee, instructed the two fighters, had them take their stances - And declared the beginning of the fight. Gaolang quickly rushed to get a jab at him, but his punches slipped through - It was just like how Kuroki dodged everything with his inception of intent. This was clearly a very high-level fight. Carlos praised the Thai for his Flash jabs, watching as blood unexpectedly poured from his nose - And taunted him, saying he's faster than even light. It seemed that Medel was very eager to fight the Thai God of War.

"Gaolang could have dodged that, if the opponent had hostility behind that punch. He seems fine. He must be playing a psychological game or some shit." Ohma theorised - And it made sense, though Kisara wasn't happy with that notion. Gaolang went ahead to try and punch that jerk, but he had everything dodged, to the point that they're just throwing jabs at each other, and none land. It was impressive to watch. High-level. Agito acknowledge Wongsawat for having improved dramatically, and was especially moved by his recovery after the career-ending injury that he himself inflicted. He was truly strong.  Both fighters got every close to hitting each other, guessing the intent - But from the stands, it looked as though Gaolang was getting a one-sided beating. "He's not landing anything! how come Gaolang's getting his ass kicked?!" Lihito despaired at the display before him. "Medel's got him beat in mobility." Wakatsuki noted. "But WHY?! WHY THE HELL'S GAOLANG HAVING TROUBLE WITH A LIGHT-WEIGHT?!" Naoya was gripping the railing and roaring so hard, it was unreal. "It would appear that we have misjudged Medel's true terror." Agito nodded his head, looking at Kisara. "What terror?" the blond asked, like a child questioning a teacher. "Look at Kisara's frame. Look at Misasa. Now look at his frame. It's not the frame of a heavy-weight. You can't just put on muscle until you're heavy enough for the heavy-weight class and expect to improve your potential. Just the opposite. Too much muscle for your frame can dampen your power. You could say that Medel became the top heavy-weight boxer, all while wearing 40 KG worth of weights. Do you think these two rely on the power of their punches like Wakatsuki and Julius, rather than speed, agility, tactics and weak-points?" Kano explained to those around him - In that moment, Gaolang was able to deliver a punch to his nose. "He was able to figure out Medel's pattern!" Kisara grinned, throwing herself at the railing to get a better look. The second body blow was dodged - And the third --  It surprised everyone. Medel was keeping himself on the ground, yet still raised, as if he was that chick from the exorcist. At light-speed, Carlor threw himself up and kicked at Gaolang's face as he jumped back to his feet and praised the Thai for out-punching him, yet continued to taunt and mock him, saying his strikes can even kill a God. What a cocky piece of shit.

Medel did a swift hand stand and delivered a kick, and with his other hand he grabbed Gaolang's ankle, landing another kick to his face, and though guarded, they landed. "So this is what Capoeira looks like. There are MAYBE two people at most who use that in public Martial Arts... But I suppose, since it's the underground..." Naoya was visibly angry. "But his Capoeira style is pretty weird. I haven't seen anything like this.. Though, I only saw this in games and anime." Kisara pointed out, unable to pry her eyes away. "There are two main styles of Capoeira, namely Angola and Regional... There's also a school called Contem-Poranea, but it doesn't fit either of them." Masaki explained, serenely reading his book. "Well, that explains how his movements are so different from the Capoeirista I fought once." Misasa added to the conversation. "Medel's probably added his own spin to it, to better fuse it with his boxing." Naoya pointed out. "A Mexican boxer doing Brazilian Martial arts? I'll be a monkey's uncle." Lihito chuckled. "Nitoku is a Japanese man using Russian Sambo. I'm a Japanese girl, using Russian Systema. Cosmo is a Japanese boy using Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. Boxing became a sport in England. Not everything was invented in our country, so there's no need to be so shocked." the red head shrugged, unsure of why they were so shocked. "Huh. Now that you put it that way..." Lihito mumbled. "Yo, hey - I wanna fight next, a'ight? Imma go piss. Keep me updated!" he ran away faster than they could blink.  "Idiot." Kisara huffed, looking back at the fight.

Medel continued to dance and throw a variety of kicks at Gaolang, while he was blocking and parrying - It seemed that the Thai was analysing - Until he moved in for a punch, only for Carlos to slide to the ground and painfully hit the boxer's ankle, making him kneel to the ground, only to receive a powerful fast kick. "GAOLANG!!" he could hear his team-mates calling out his name, as he was cursing himself for his stupidity. He should have realised - He was using boxing, capoeira and digong-quan all blended together, so it was no wonder he couldn't recognise pure-capoeira from the start. Carlos wasn't a boxing genius, but a striking genius, and Capoeira's moves were the most compatible ones for his skinny body, and exactly what his boxing was lacking. He was trying to take out Gaolang's legs by going for his joints - That meant he couldn't do any footwork, nor work any of his Muay Thai kicks. 

Medel tried to shatter Gaolang's right fist once again - But was met with a great surprise. "Forget it. No one can shatter my fist anymore." Kisara felt herself breathless. Though he didn't shatter any of his bones, his skin was scrapped enough to draw blood. Gaolang followed up with a jab, but Carlor went for a low leap and went back to boxing - But he got heavily hit in the gut. Carlos was on the ground and the ref declared a Down, and she started the countdown. "This is bullshit! They should let him fuck that guy up until he can't take it anymore! This is the underground, not public sport!"  "Calm down." Agito put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it, knowing she will feel better. "WAY TO GO, GAOLAAAAAAANG!!!!! MY ETERNAL RIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLL!!!" out of literally nowhere, Saw Paing jumped to his feet, waving a huge flag with Gaolang's name on it. From his seat, Karo the Fisherman was also waving a similar flag. "What the --" Kisara muttered, bewildered at the Burmese. On the count of two, Carlos jumped to his feet. 

But although Medel attempted to recover with quick and shallow breathing, he still suffered considerable damage. Gaolang didn't allow him any break. Medel was clearly on the look for Gaolang's right after that massive body blow he received. And then - The Thai God of War, the Boxing Genius - Gaolang Wongsawat switched to Muay Thai. "GO, GAOLANG, GO!!!" Kisara shrieked his name, thrilled to see him properly use Muay Thai and kick his opponent. He landed three clean hits and even an uppercut to his chin. They were so close to the end of the end of the arena - Everyone was cheering for him, but Kisara was horrified. "IT'S THE EDGE!!! GAOLANG!!" this sobered up the Kengan fighters and tried to yell at him - But there was probably no way anyone except for Saw Paing could be heard through the ruckus made by the auditorium.

With his follow up punch to the face, people saw Medel fall to the ground - They thought Gaolang had won - But Carlos had one more trick up his sleeve. With the last bit of strength he had left, he wrapped his legs around Gaolang's waist and brought him out of the ring. It was a double ring out, and Gaolang was declared the loser. Kisara was shaking with anger, and not even Kano Agito could calm her down. She wanted to march to Carlos and rip his head right off.

With complete shame and self-hatred, Gaolang returned to the Kengan waiting room and slumped on a chair, a towel covering his head. "Sorry. My pride was my undoing." Kisara, not even caring that she'd get sweat on her good clothes, threw her arms around her friend and hugged him with all her might. "It wasn't your pride, but their shit rules. For us, you won, Gaolang. Be proud of yourself. You're the strongest." "Exactly. It wasn't your fault. This could have happened to any of us." Ohma comforted the boxer - It was weird, hearing Ohma being so.... Humane. Her heart was beating so fast, just hearing his voice. "Kisara and Tokita Ohma are right. Lift your head up, we all know who the real winner is." Agito acknowledged him once more. "Don't worry about it, Gaolang. I'll make this up for you next match." surprisingly, Ryuki spoke for the first time. "This should remind us all that we have to win on Purgatory terms." Masaki agreed. "WE AIN'T GONNA LET GAOLANG'S LOSS BE FOR NOTHIN'!!! WE'RE GONNA WIN THIS!!!!!" Naoya roared into the room, attempting to fire up everyone. "Speaking of - We should choose the next fighter." Yamashita Kazuo pointed out. "Lihito said he wanted to go next, didn't he? Where is he?" as soon as Misasa spoke up, the door opened, revealing a beaten up Lihito. Everyone was in shock - What the hell happened? "Gah... I got beaten up in the toilet... I don't know who those fuckers were... But fuck, it's bad..." Raian only laughed, remembering the way he scared him half to death during the last tournament. "We're one man down. Did the Purgatory do this? Were they so afraid of us after watching Gaolang destroy their fighter?" Nitoku wondered also. "Who the fuck cares? They only made their grave! Those shitheads have no idea that we have a stronger fighter to take that weakling's place!" Raian wickedly grinned - All at once, everyone's eyes turned to Kisara. "Kisara was trained by Kano and Hatsumi for a while now. I think she'd do well." Wakatsuki voted in favour. "Wait, Miss Kisara can fight?!" Ryuki's eyes widened in shock. "Can fight, he asks. Miss CEO here gave Wakatsuki a run for his money." Misasa chuckled mischievously. "We're going to lose." Akoya spoke, but nobody even looked at him. "Go on, Kisara. You can do it." Agito encouraged her. "Yamashita Kazuo. Announce the refs that Hasashi Kisara will be replacing Lihito as a fighter." Ohma smirked proudly - Unintentionally, Kisara looked at him, and as soon as they shared eye contact, her cheeks reddened.  "Fine." she sighed, releasing Gaolang from the embrace. "I do have almost three years of pent up anger... And some revenge as a bonus. Don't worry, Gaolang. I'll bring them hell." she patted his hair, earning a smile and a thank you. "No  -- Wait, guys, I can still fight!" though Lihito was practicing his moves, in truth, hardly anybody minded the change. "Shut the fuck up, ya whiny pig~♪" Raian cackled, watching Kisara calmly walk up to Lihito - In a split second, she had performed the Dragon Shot that Agito used on Hatsumi, yet this time, it was perfected, and Lihito was groveling on the ground. "Let's face it, Lihito. You're useless. You trained with Master Kuroki, the best fighter in the world - Yet even now, you're the biggest loser. I don't do overkill, but if you piss me off, I might get blood on my boots." she stepped on his head. "But you're -- You can't! You fought before, but you can't compare to those guys! Master Kuroki taught me well! I- I can overcome this, gimme a cha--- HUFGH" he was left breathless by a kick to his stomach that slammed him into the wall. "What did I say about the blood, damn it." Kisara rolled her eyes and went back to sit on one of the chairs. Instinctively, Agito knelt by her side, helping her with the boots, then handed her the haori and kitsune mask that she always keeps in her bag.  "Good thing you came prepared." he smirked proudly. "Yeah, tell me about it. Somehow, I always end up in situations like this. What would you guys do without me?" she chuckled cheerfully, taking off the turtleneck, showing off the black crop top she sported, and changing her jeans to the high waisted pants - It was the same outfit she had when she fought Wakatsuki, the man realised. Ah, the memories. Kano took the sword from her hip and tied her hair up, as she fixed the haori on her shoulders - But just before she put on the mask...  "The necklace." Agito's comment froze the girl. Ohma smiled, watching her slowly reach to the ring on the chain and hold it to her heart - Only to quickly take it off and, with one last look at it, she went to Gaolang, placing it preciously into his palm. "I swear on this little thing that I will win. For you. For all of us. I have begun my life thanks to the Kengan Association. I owe it, and everyone here, my well-being and happiness. I, Hasashi Kisara, the Queen of the Kengan Matches, swear to win my match against that Purgatory fuckass." she clenched her other fist and smirked in victory. "FUCK YEAHHHH, THAT'S THE SPIRIT, BABE! GO FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP!" Raian's obnoxious cheer made her laugh, and with one last stretch of her limbs, she stepped towards the ring. "Hasashi Kisara." she stopped in her tracks abruptly. "The mask." that cheeky voice of his... Jerk. Still, although she didn't answer, Kisara put the mask on and stepped in the arena.

"AND HERE COMES THE QUEEN OF THE KENGAN MATCHES! THE SECOND FIGHTER FOR THE KENGAN ASSOCIATION IS THE KITSUNE!" Sayaka's voice called out. "IT'S THE KITSUNE FOR THE KENGAN ASSOCIATION VS. THE OGRE, FOR THE PURGATORY!!! ROUND TWO OF THE COMPETITION IS UNDERWAY!!!

A guy that seemed to be shorter than Wakatsuki's height came forward. He was also very well build, and he had bandaged around his wrists and forearms. He wore a shirt and shorts. After fighting with Wakatsuki and Agito, this guy didn't seem all that scary at all anymore, although - He grinned wickedly at her, almost looking like Raian - And he stuck his tongue out, revealing what looked like a white tattoo of a centipede. Kisara gasped. "Worm!" she instinctively stepped backwards. The man laughed ominously, getting in a wrestler-like stance. "Imma wring your neck, Princess! I can't decide whether I should fuck you, then kill you, or reverse!"  She gagged in disgust. "I'm married, fuck off." she sneered at him. "FIIIIIGHT!" Alisa's yell echoed throughout the place. 

Kisara kept into a high guard and as soon as the Ogre approached, she swiped at the ground, mimicking the way Agito scared off Hatsumi in the very beginning. The guy's going to think she was specialised in kicks, to get the maximum range, due to her small frame. As soon as he threw the first punch at her face, Kisara easily side-stepped and gripping his wrist, threw him to the edge of the arena, sliding over the ground, yet not quite there yet. "What is it, fuck-ass? Doesn't look that great when your weakling rules work against you, huh? Purgatory must be filled with weak cowards like you who need rules like Down or Ring-Out to get any win!" Kisara taunted him, earning a battle roar from her enemy. In the stands, her friend had mixed reactions to her taunting. Gaolang was tightly holding the ring into his hand, knowing perfectly well how much it meant for her. In an instant, the Ogre came at her with a barrage of jabs which drove her backwards all the way to the edge - He went in for a palm-heel this time, to push her off, but as if she teleported, Kisara was behind him, aiming a hit - But the jerk had abruptly turned around and cut her abdomen slightly. "Just as I thought. Women really have sensitive skin." it was the same problem as with Cosmo and his need to wear shirts for his grappling. She couldn't understand what technique this guy was using, even though she was fast enough to dodge his hits, he still managed to cut her face, though when aiming for the shoulder, neck or chest, he didn't damage anything. Kisara found herself close to the edge once again. "You're just a small bitch who thinks she can fight, but all you do is run around!" he didn't get that talking shit would get him to the ground, as Kisara leaned back and cleaved at his leg, and when he lost balance, she jumped on his thigh - Wakatsuki remembered the follow up, but this time, it was different. Kisara used his shoulders to get herself above him, and with one hand deep in his hair, she dragged him down, followed by a kick to his nose. "DOWN!! LET THE COUNT DOWN BEGIN!" her friends were cheering for her loudly. "Pathetic bitches like you need this countdown to take a break, otherwise, you'd just die. Loser." Kisara stepped away from him. Alisa counter to 5 before the Ogre got up. "I'll burn you alive." Kisara grinned behind her mask. "HOW DID YOU DO THAT, BITCH?!" Misasa was humming in amusement from the stands - The girl knew as well as him how to take advantage of weak spots and well-timed hits. Kano taught her well. "HOW MUCH ARE YOU GONNA PISS ME OFF TODAY, HUH?! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU TRY TO FUCK ME OFF?!" he went in a low stance and went at the speed of light, hoping to grab at her shins - But Kisara grabbed him by the face and delivered a powerful knee. He was blown backwards, so Kisara went in for a flash of jabs like Gaolang taught her, aiming all vitals. The Thai smiled from the stands, silently cheering for her. She ended her combo by landing a punch to his temple and a chop to his wind pipe. 

The Ogre was writhing on the ground, and Alisa called for another Count Down. "IS THAT ALL THE PURGATORY CAN DO?! IS THAT ALL?! NO WONDER YOU NEED SO MANY THINGS TO HELP YOU OUT WITH YOUR MATCHES, YOU'RE ALL SHIT AT THIS! IF YOU CAN'T EVEN WIN BY A KNOCKOUT, HOW ABOUT YOU GET A NEW JOB AND LET THE PROS FIGHT PROPERLY! THIS ISN'T A PUBLIC MATCH, THIS IS THE UNDERGROUND!"  "She's having too much fun." Takeshi was the first to point out, worried for the girl, but Ohma was quick to reassure him. "She's taunting her opponent into making mistakes. Don't forget who you fought against, Wakatsuki. She's even better than before." he was enjoying the fight very much. "Miss Kisara is strong. She proved that to me with that hand-shake alone. She'll be fine." Nitoku spoke, watching the fight intently.

The Ogre was up once again, and he rushed at the girl, balancing on his toes to do some kind of spin, continued by a kick, which Kisara easily parried and used his ankle to thumble him to the ground - But he was able to do a handstand and got in a grapple-stance - The Kitsune was easily able to chop to get out of his range and immobilised his arm in a tight-lock. Nitoku's eyes widened - Pure Systema move at its finest, just as she said before - But the Kengan fighters all let out collective gasps and called out her name as soon as, with sheer strength, Kisara's body was raised, and the opponent produced a knife from his shirt, stabbing her abdomen and letting her fall on her feet, delivered a blow to her face. Her head ended up handing from the edge of the arena, mask broken around the ring, and she was panting from the shock and pain. Alisa declared the fight to end, but the fallen one yelled. "NO! DON'T END IT!" she coughed painfully, rolling to her knees, and lethargically getting up. "I don't care about this stupid match and your stupid rules. I want to win. If Purgatory people need to resort to weapon to win in a fight, FINE BY ME! The match will continue!" Alisa watched, freaked out, as the woman used her forearm to wipe away the blood from her face. "Ehh~? The little whore's still up for playing? How cute!" the Ogre laughed. "We're fighting to the death." Kisara declared, adrenaline going so far through her veins that she forgot all about pain. Her rage was the sole thing going through her body. She lunged at the man's arm, and just like before, got him in a lock, but instead of attempting to break his arm, she broke his elbow by bringing it on her knee, which allowed her to snatch the knife away and throw it our of the arena. "You're a fucking shame to every fighter in the world! You fucking Worm!" with a grin on her face, Kisara got in a Formless stance.

"Whoa, no way, that's your stance Kano!" Naoya gasped in shock - Seeing someone other than Agito doing that was almost weird. She was the first to rush in and feint a low grapple, only to follow up by throwing herself at his feet to make him stumble and get behind him - He was unsure on his feet as he turned around to grab her, but she allowed herself to fall backwards and propped her body on her hands, kicking her heel at his chin, driving him backwards - But she jumped back to her feet and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards her and performing a Dragon shot. He gasped blood, his body frozen as he was sent flying to the other end of the arena once more. Kisara wanted to make him suffer as much as possible. Agito told her all about these Worm fuckers and all the horrors they did - More, the fact that she found out about their involvement in the whole mess Ohma was pushed into... In her mind, it was the Worms who killed him.

This time, it took 8 counts for the Ogre to get up - He rushed with a punch to her face, which she evaded, using an elbow to his chest, and engaged in a rain of jabs and kicks with her opponent, who mirrored her every move. "Do you know who my master was, little bitch? It was Tokita Niko himself!" he got a palm heel to his chin - But as he reeled back, he was somehow able to fall on his feet, going limp to disperse the damage, following a rush and a heavy punch that Kisara had to block by using the Indestructible on her arm. Ohma wanted to feel proud, but hearing that name again didn't sit right with him. "I'll show you what real power is!" he tried to use the same damning technique to her diaphragm, but she was able to kick him to the face - Yet she got her foot swept and fell to the ground. The enemy tried to do a WWE type of elbow-fall to her, so she rolled quickly and rushed at him, getting his arm on a hold and grappled to the ground for power, only to get overpowered and Kisara was lifted, despite the tight hold she was keeping on his joints, and was thrown to the ground, trying to block repetitive kicks to her body after being stomped on where she got stabbed. "YOU BETTER THANK ME! YOU'LL GET KILLED BY THE ULTIMATE POWER OF THE WORM! THE PERFECTED POWER OF TOKITA NIKO!" but he couldn't get through with more than that more kick alone, as she continued blocking with the indestructible. If Agito couldn't break her, neither can this fuckass. "You're too loud." Kisara grumbled, using the opponent's ankle to swipe her body around and roll away, and she delivered an uppercut to his chin that she continued with a kick to the groin, and using his thigh to jump up once again, she hit him hard in the head with her elbows, slamming his face into the ground, before kicking his side, plummeting him to the other side of the arena. Her war cry, along with the blood falling to the ground showed the end of the match was near - Either she defeated him, or she would fall from the blood loss.  "FUCKING WHORE, I'LL KILL YOU AND EVERYONE YOU LOVE! I'LL DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU EVER HELD DEAR IN YOUR LIFE!" he rushed in with another punch, but she she easily used the Hatsumi trick to evade and deliver a punch to his face. "YOU FUCKING KILLED MY HUSBAND, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" no one heard such anguish, except for Agito. Finally, Kisara was beginning to spill her emotions into the match. "YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM! YOU KILLED TOKITA OHMA! I'LL FUCKING RIP YOU APART, YOU FUCKASS!" she was clutching her stabbed side, watching the guy get up. He looked weird, changed, almost monstrous. It looked an awful lot like the Removal, but also, not quite what Raian had. It was dubious.  "BEWARE THE ULTIMATE POWER OF THE GUIHUN! I'LL BURY YOU ALIVE!" Kisara found herself being sent rolling to the ground, all the way across the ground. Panting and coughing, and her hair no longer tied, but all over her face. She looked up, a hand brushing the red curtain off - And saw how close to the edge she was. Shit, even the indestructible isn't strong enough for this thing.

Kisara listened to the countdown - She needed a break, her whole body was killing her. Fuck this guy.  7... 8... 9.... The Kitsune was back on her feet and ran around the fucker to avoid the edge and evaded all his punches until he attempted a chop - She grabbed his hand and applied the right pressure to get him kneeling, so she could deliver Hatsumi's triple cloud strike technique. But he merely laughed. "You think that tickle can defeat me?! HA! HAHAHAHAHA!!!" he tried to stomp her down - The ground almost felt that it shook - He tried another punch, and another, but they were so powerful that they became aimless, so they were easy to dodge. In a final attempt to do something with his raw strength, the Ogre grabbed the woman by her middle and squeezed as hard as she could.  "KISARA!!!" she could hear some people screamed her name, thinking she would get squished to death. The blood was pouring out faster than before from all that pressure, but Naoya and Gaolang saw her face. Despite the blood, that animalistic grin that matched Kano's was painted on, and they almost shuddered. "It's over." Agito, too, smirked in pride.  "You taught her well, Kano. Thanks." Ohma watched as she delivered Kano's most powerful technique, which in turn, became her trump card as well. Most effective at point-blank range, she properly delivered the Dragon shot to his jaw. "MY NAME IS TOKITA KISARA!!!" she watched as the man's eyes rolled in his skull. "AND!!!" with her last strength, she kicked him out of the arena also.  "AND THE MATCH HAS BEEN CALLED!!!" Alisa roared, and Kisara's picture on the screen remained lit, having WINNER underneath, whilst the Ogre's had LOSE underneath, and was lights out. "I'M THE QUEEN OF THE KENGAN MATCHEEEEEEESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" her friends chuckled in relief, as her shriek resounded so loudly that she put Saw Paing to shame. Her friends cheering for her victory was even louder.

On stumbling feet, she dragged herself to snatch the knife and went to the Ogre's body. "Someone go get her quickly." Agito commanded, realising her intent.  "THIS IS A DECLARATION OF WAR -- TO ALL OF YOU, FUCKING WORMS! AND YOU, PURGATORY, CAN'T FAIL ME AFTER WINNING!" Kisara coughed out some blood. "I WILL SKIN ALL OF YOU WORMS ALIVE! IT'S THE END OF YOU!" before anyone could reach her, Kisara had already cut off his tongue and slashed his belly open, as if it was seppuku - She was back on her feet, holding the tongue with the white centipede tattoo on it. "All of you will end like this." she laughed, watching as one of the fighters... Or was it a sub? Or a friend of theirs? Ran over, and he was crying. "You -- You monster! How dare you do that! HOW DARE YOU?! You make a mockery out of our home, the Purgatory, and now -- Now you kill us?! I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT IS LIKE TO GET KILLED!" the man got in a fighting stance and rushed at her blindly, but she easily used a redirection kata move and made him stumble to the ground behind her. Maybe he wasn't really a fighter, that was too bratty. She saw some of her friends prancing to her side, looking all tough and menacing, while she looked like a real hot mess. From the other side, the Purgatory fighters came over, but not to start a fight, but get that person leave already. The guy tried to pounce on her from behind, but before he could, Ohma punched him away. Kisara grinned weakly - She knew he would do that.  The man who looked like the leader of the Purgatory fighters grabbed their friend up by the shirt and dragged him away. Another apologised. "The woman literally got stabbed by that idiot, and still won her fight - What more do you want? He was the idiot who got himself killed, don't blame her. He had it coming." one of them scolded that friend. "Sorry, you guys, we don't know where he came from. He wasn't chosen for the lineup so he's bitter. And that was his friend, or whatever. We'll take care of him." as her friends grunted and glared at them until they left, Kisara threw a peace sign and stumbled forth, fighting to keep herself up. "Great. I need a shower. Toodles, bitches." she chuckled weakly, waving them off. "Good luck. I'll come and watch the next match. Better be good." 

Though Wakatsuki wanted to go get her to the infirmary himself, Ohma stopped him. He knew she needed to go through this alone - Or, rather said, he already had his own plan that will involve making up with her, but also making sure she doesn't die before she gets to the infirmary. After that reckless declaration of war, anything could happen to her. Worms with the white tattoo were dangerous. Agito threw Kisara's bag at him, and Gaolang gave him the necklace - And he walked towards the infirmary, making sure she wasn't being attacked. Only Carlos was in the infirmary, and although Kisara wanted to shit on him for being such a shit-winner, he was graceful, so she lost all resolve.

Hanafuse came over to her, ready to clean the wound and stitch it up - But she stopped him. Instead, she had him bandage her wound, saying she will stitch the injury herself after getting a shower - The blond simply huffed in amusement and gave her the tools she needed. A doctor is a doctor to the end, even if they also fight. The priority of those doesn't matter.

Finally, the woman was able to make her way to the showers, and though it was even more painful to strip, the adrenaline no longer overpowering the agony surging through her veins, she barged into a stall and let the warm water fall down her aching body. She hissed, punching on the wall, barely keeping herself standing. Her legs were shaking, and she was struggling to breathe. She didn't hear the door opening, nor the resounding steps, until the stall door swung open, and she heard a chuckle. "And I thought I was the stubborn one."  "My resolve was to ignore you, but I'm too weak to follow through to the end." her fists unclenched, and her fingers were dragging down the wall, her forehead glued to its coldness. "I can't... Stand up..." she muttered. Ohma looked down at the way her whole body was trembling, struggling to keep itself straight, and he took off his clothes, stepping into the shower and holding her body. He hoped he'd see her again under different circumstances - Though, at least, he was holding a winner in his arms, and she had every reason to be the cocky princess that she was in the arena. "I never did reciprocate, every time that you washed my hair for me." his wet hand caressed her face, and with droopy eyes, she leaned into his touch, a weak, content smile on her face. "I never did allow you." she chuckled at him. "I hate you." she declared, feeling a tear blend down with the water falling down from the shower. "I hate you so much. You have no idea how much I hate you for making me go through the hell of losing you. If I had any power in my body, I would rip every piece of your body, and stitch you back, just to skin you alive." her voice had broken. "But fuck - You have no idea how much I missed you." Ohma left her crying, and found her, crying again. "I'm the worst husband in the world, aren't I?" he cradled her face into his large hands, leaning down to kiss her busted lips. "I didn't realise how good it felt to kiss a bust lip. No wonder you liked kissing me so much." she laughed softly, only to cringe and twist in pain. "Don't make me laugh, it hurts." she let out a guttural groan. "But you can continue kissing me... And more, when we go back home." "I have almost three years of making up to you, but this time, I'm not going anywhere." he then smirked down at her. "Tokita Kisara, huh?" "You did propose to me, remember?" he nodded, propping her up and helping her properly clean up. "When I was dying, I hoped you'd find someone to fall for. When I woke up and went to live with the Kure family, I wished that you wouldn't. When the time was right, I hoped to date you again. Properly, this time, unlike when I was that meat head with no memories." once again, she had to stop herself from chuckling.  "Selfish bastard." she muttered faintly. "I tried to get over you, you know. I tried. Desperately, even." she admitted.  "Kano?" she nodded. "He's a good man. When I spotted you together, so close, I thought you were dating him. You looked happy with him." she nodded once again. "I am happy with him. He was the only one I had. We got each other through all our problems. Maybe... Eventually... Years from now, if you hadn't come back, I would have dared. But three years wasn't nowhere close to enough." Kisara felt herself being kissed once again. "Forgive me. I was afraid the Worms will come after you, that's why I kept it a secret. Raian wanted to tell you, but we all agreed to keep everything under wraps until we could strike. With everything going on, we had to act." Ohma put his forehead to hers. "Forgive me, Kisara." "I forgave you the second I saw you." she admitted, hearing a soft, amused exhale.

After she was able to get herself cleaned, Ohma helped her dry up and dress in the turtleneck and jeans she was dressed in the beginning. Keeping the blouse up, he watched as she shakily stitched herself up, wincing and gritting her teeth in pain, and in the end, he helped in tightly wrap it around her abdomen. He helped her stand up, then knelt to zip her boots up - But he didn't raise. Instead, he took the necklace from his pocket and unchained the ring. Ohma gingerly held her hand, and grinned up at her. "Properly, this time. Hasashi Kisara, will you marry me?" "It's Tokita Kisara, silly. For three years now." she grinned, watching him slip the ring on her finger, and more, when he embraced her and brought her into a deep kiss.  "And now, it's the Queen of the Kengan Matches."

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Red Velvet - Chapter 1 (part 2)

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Chapter 1 - Hopeless (part 2)

“HELL FUCKING YEAH!”

"Cut that out, we're in the middle of the bakery, dumbass!," Himuro hisses between his teeth.

"Let 'em hear it, 'cause everyone here should know that I hit the jackpot!," Rihito raises his arms in the air, making Vs for Victory with his fingers, a gigantic smile making his face light up like a Christmas tree. "The tall trees will be brought down, the last will be the first, the early bird catches the worm, all that shit!"

"And you'll get all the cans of whoopass if you don't cut that shit out," Kanami says as she arrives to deliver an order to another table. "There are ladies here too."

Okubo makes a face at his friend. "Seriously, Rihito, she might kick you out if you don't pipe it down..."

"Oh shit... sorry, aunty!," He shrinks completely, his arms falling on either side of his torso, but the smile didn't disappear from his face even with the scolding he received. "But that won't happen, I'm one of the best paying customers at this establishment. I drop cash here all the time, man! And anyway, my seaweed-headed bro wouldn't let that happen. Right, Tokita? You won't let your girl kick me out like that, right?"

"Her name is Kanami, you idiot, not 'aunty'... and leave me out of this," Ohma says with his mouth full. "Everyone here pays for the service. Do we have to pay for your stupidity too?"

"Aunty is an affectionate term, you moron! And you could actually pay me something! A round of baked goods to congratulate me on my achievement!"

"I'm going to give you a round of kicks in the ass if you don't shut up," Himuro grumbles, placing a finger on his right ear and scratching it with a grimace, "Seriously, does the word "dignity" have any meaning to you, Rihito?"

"Besides, I wouldn't call it your achievement. It was Tomori who set this date up for you, wasn't it?," Kaneda asks, to which Tomori, sitting next to Okubo, shakes her head.

"Yes, but he still has an achievement, Kaneda. He achieved being the most annoying person on this table."

"Oh, come on! You were the one who should be the happiest for me, Tomori! Your friend will win a date with a good catch!," He points to himself with smugness. "Believe me, she will be thanking you on her knees very soon!"

"I only see this girl coming on her knees to Tomori if she’s going to beg to never have to put up with you again."

"Shut up, Himuro!"

"You're too noisy, Ichiro," Ohma says slowly. "You're bothering everyone."

"Dude, even Ohma is warning you, so you can see how fu...reaking annoying you're being, right?," Okubo held himself back from swearing.

"Dangit, man, I already told you to call me Rihito," He hisses irritably. "It's been almost five years, not even you can be such a blockhead. And okay, okay, I'll try to tone it down a tad. Anyway!," He smiles a lot at Tomori. "Do you have any pics of her to show me? You said she's seen some of mine, it's only fair that I check some of hers out too."

"Make an Instagram account and you'll be able to see as much as you want," Okubo says. "What do you have a phone for, idiot? She has an account there and everything."

"Have you become your chick’s spokesperson now, Buzz Lightyear? Let her speak for herself, dammit!"

"He actually saved me trouble, because I was going to say the same thing."

"Ugh, which part of "I don't want to waste time creating an account on a sissy social network where you only find pictures of food, kittens and motivational phrases for moody teens" didn't you understand?" He gestures, a little frustrated. "I'll make a stupid account only to never use it again!"

"Kanami made one for me," Ohma shows it on his phone screen, with the same unimpressed face as always. "It has Medeyami on it. And the cake that Koga and Ryuki made for her birthday…"

"Heh, are you going to call the seaweed head a fag now, Rihito?," Okubo gives a triumphant smile. "The Amazon hunter himself?"

"I won’t. It's known that men who enter into serious relationships with women become infected with the virus of faggotry by osmosis, so I'm not even surprised. The thing, Tokita, is that at the moment I'm interested in another type of cat, and also in another type of cake," He smiles cheekily while making gestures with his hands, as if he were squeezing some soft, invisible object, and this elicits annoyed grunts from the whole table.

"Damn, I won't give it fifteen minutes for this girl to slap the shit out of him," Himuro groans, to which Kaneda nods.

"I give it even less than that."

"Okay, Rihito, tone it waaay down," Tomori warns him, seriously. "Akane decided to give you a chance, but don't take it as a certain victory. You don't really know her..."

"I'll get to know her if you tell me more about her! Is she cute? Does she like big, good-looking guys? What did she say when she saw my pics? I work with details, woman!"

"Oh, someone liked Medey's photo," Ohma said softly, absorbed in his own world while checking his phone "A lot of people, actually... the cake deserves way more likes than that fuzzy thief..."

"Dude, if you post a pic of yourself it will be way more successful than that of the cat."

"For what?"

"Oh, uh… nevermind," Himuro laughs softly. "It’s not worth it, and it's not like you need it."

Ohma shrugs and continues looking at his phone. "Well, guess I'm gonna make another cake..."

Tomori was still arguing with Rihito.

"You can ask her all that stuff during the date. Or just do what we're suggesting and make an Instagram account..."

"I already said it’s not going to happen, so drop it," He snorts impatiently. "And I’m asking this now so I don’t fall into a trap! I trust you, Tomori, but I need to know if you set me up on a date with some sourpuss or-"

"Ugh, do you see what your problem is?!," Tomori finally seems to lose her temper, slamming her hands on the table, which makes Rihito jump, Okubo and Himuro widen their eyes and Kaneda choke on his juice. "I can see clearly why everyone always says you can't pick up women to save your life! You're acting like a giant dick, and for what?"

Rihito stares at her, perplexed. The table is silent, except for Kaneda's dry cough and the sound of Himuro's hand tapping on his back. Ohma looks at the commotion, one eyebrow raised, watching as he takes a sip of his favorite milkshake, seeming to expect something. Rihito then shrugs his shoulders a little.

"A giant dick? Shit, that was uncalled for..."

Some customers even started looking upset at their table, bothered by the noise. Kanami gives Hiro a meaningful look and the two nod with mutual understanding.

"Okay, that's enough. Give me that," Kanami had approached them and reached a hand in Rihito's direction, closing and opening her fingers.

He turns around with a start when he notices her, alarmed. "S-Sorry, aunty! I'll try to pipe it down, I swear!"

"Yeah... sorry, Kanny, I kind of lost my temper here..."

"Yeah, I know, Tomoh," she then looks at Rihito. "And you! Give me that phone, now," she speaks in a commanding voice, still repeating the gesture.

"What- no, hold on!," He grabs his phone and stands up, suddenly alarmed, as if he were facing a pickpocket pointing a knife at him. "My phone is a no-go area, Miss Kanami! You can ask these guys, you don't want to see the things I have here..."

"I'll have to agree with him, Miss Kanami. Rihito's phone is worse than a landfill...," Himuro snorts while Kaneda makes a face.

"Oh really? Let me see" Hiro was already walking away with his phone in his hand. Kanami smiles when he approaches her. "I love to pry on other people's dirty laundry."

"What the- Give me back my phone, you nosy twink!," He shrieks, already going after the cashier with his hands outstretched. "Seriously, Hiro, don't do that!"

Kanami stops him from approaching Hiro with a hand on his chest, raising an eyebrow, her acid eyes directly eating away at him, speaking quietly. "That was the final straw, Rihito. You're making an ass of yourself, and even Tomori, the most patient person I know, got mad. Now either you cooperate and stop acting like they are about to shove a stick up your ass or I'm going to break my iron rule and let everyone beat you up right here, right now. It's up to you."

Ohma smiles, even letting out a low snort of laughter. Okubo even found it strange when he lifted his phone to discreetly take a photo with a satisfied expression.

Himuro opens a devilish smile, cracking his knuckles. "Wonderful. I've been waiting for an excuse to beat the shit outta him for a month now."

"Screw you, Himuro!," Rihito growls, looking around, tense like a cornered animal. "Ugh... what do you want with my phone, anyway?!"

"Kinda obvious, don't you think, Rihito?," Kaneda arches an eyebrow "Miss Kanami will nip the evil in the bud."

"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"That means you’re going to get a brand new Instagram account," Tomori smiles, very satisfied, and Rihito widens his eyes.

"Ugh, you gotta be kiding me! Seriously, why do y'all care so much? I'll only use this account to see some pics of this girl and then I'll forget about it!"

"Do you want to see it or not?," Okubo grunts. "Damn, dude, you even have an Tiktok account and you don't post anything, so what's one more social media!?"

"TikTok is full of hot chicks twerking, that’s the only reason I made an account!"

"There's girls twerking on Instagram too, you know? And even more so, since it's been around longer," Hiro skillfully twirls the phone in his hand, mischievous like the little devil everyone knew he was. "And on top of that there are more women there, maybe you can get another dates if you don't like this one…"

"It’s either that or you'll go home all bruised and limping," Kanami threatens. "Half of it will be my doing."

"Uugh...," He puts his hand over his face, grinding his teeth. Tomori snorts, looking at Okubo while mumbling, "Do you see what I've told you a bunch of times, Naoh? It's because of this attitude that he's still single."

"Leave me alone! And I still haven't forgotten what you told me just now! That "giant dick" was totally uncalled for," He glares at her, sounding truly offended. "I thought we had become friends!"

"And we are! That's precisely why I need to be honest with you, otherwise you'll never learn your lesson and do better," She points indignantly at him. "I've only known you for a short time, but it was enough for me to see that you have a good side and can be a genuinely nice guy. But it seems that this good side disappears when it comes to women! Do you really need my friend to be attractive by your specific standards to treat her with respect?"

"What- no, I didn't mean that...," He shrinks again.

Kanami looks at him with her scolding look. Hiro chews his gum, raising his eyebrow. Ohma sighs, going back to what he was doing on his phone. Okubo crosses his arms. Everyone else in the bakery frowns.

"Okay... you see how uncomfortable everyone is getting, right, man?," Himuro arches an eyebrow, to which Rihito scratches the back of his head, looking down.

"I would be blind if I hadn't seen it..."

"So why don't we talk calmly, while Miss Kanami and Mr. Hiro take care of everything for you?," Kaneda suggests, to which Rihito makes a face.

"... So you all agree with what she said?"

Everyone nods, even Ohma who wasn't even paying attention anymore.

"Stubborn idiot," he mutters, without looking up from his phone.

Rihito swallows hard. He rubs his right arm with his left hand. And then he looks up at Tomori, who feels her chest hurt when he sees his expression of genuine sadness, his green, expressive eyes showing a fragility that gave him the air of a very needy puppy.

Oh, she knew that expression. It was the same expression he had made when he showed up unexpectedly at her house, on a rainy Sunday, willing to humiliate himself to intercede for his friend. It was at times like these that she remembered that he wasn't a complete idiot, and that there was a reason why her boyfriend and everyone else continued to maintain a friendship with him.

"I'm sorry..."

Tomori sighs, closing her eyes, anger leaving her like air leaking from a punctured balloon.

"... Okay. You're forgiven. Are you going to let Kanny and Hiro create a profile for you now?"

"...Hnf. What choice do I have?," He mumbles with a shrug. "Just do it already. I'm just warning you that it will become a no man's zone after serving its purpose."

The people at the bakery seemed to silently celebrate the calm that would follow after that. Himuro and Kaneda sigh, relaxing in their chairs.

Himuro smiles at Okubo. "You’ve got yourself quite the girlfriend, huh, dude. To be able to make this idiot put his tail between his legs like that..."

"Screw you!"

Ohma smiles, still on the phone, thinking it was for him. "Thanks."

"Himuro was talking to me, man. And yeah, I know!," Okubo shrills, his voice rising a few octaves, and then he turns very red when the whole table starts laughing. He clears his throat, putting a fist in front of his mouth, getting all awkward when Tomori caresses his fist with a cute little laugh. Rihito just rolls his eyes.

"Fuckin' simp...," He mutters softly.

"Okay, Rihito, now that everything got solved...," Kanami sighs. "Come to the counter, I'll help you with this. No one else needs to comment on this, right?!," She looks at the others, and Hiro shrugs.

"Okay… wow, just when I was about to give him all the profiles of my muscle-eater friends…," he returns to the counter, handing the phone to the baker.

Rihito immediately turns his attention to him. "Wait, really? I'm in!"

"We'll talk about that after this first date," Hiro says seriously to him. "You bum."

"That's right, your focus should be on my friend for now! He's coming, Kanny, I just want to hear a few more things from his mouth to make sure it's safe for me to give the go-ahead," Tomori warns, to which Rihito gives her a tired look.

"What, you're an inspector for potential fuck-buddies now? Okubo, tell your girlfriend to go do something else…"

"Hell no. Kick his ass, babe!", he nods, as seriously as her. "Roll this fella up!"

"You asshole! Let me know when she decides to let you get your balls out of her purse, you fucking simp-"

"Shut up and sit back down, damn it! Everyone wants to eat in peace," Himuro grumbles, to which Rihito returns to his place at the table, crossing his arms, grumpily.

"Okay, fine. Come on, what do you want me to do? Pick her up at seven and bring her back at ten at her curfew? Bring her flowers, chocolate and all that romantic crap?"

"No, Akane is not the type to enjoy these things. She would think you're pathetic if you showed up with something like that," She shakes her head. "I just want to hear from you that you're going to try not to behave like an asshole."

"Hey Kaneda, help me. How do you do this…?” Ohma asks, pointing to something on the phone, in the background.

"Sure. Let me see, Ohma…," Kaneda goes to help him, and the rest ignore them.

"Goddanmit, I already told you I won't! I haven't been on a date in a while, what makes you think I'd do anything to ruin it?," He asks indignantly, to which she shakes her head impatiently.

"You wouldn't do it on purpose, but you would. You always end up making the women around you uncomfortable with your cluelessness. Hugging them too tightly, grabbing them, asking inconvenient questions and making gross invitations-"

"I don't do that!"

"Yes, you do. I can prove it," Himuro rolls his eyes. "I already introduced you to two of my friends at your insistence, and the result was neither of them wanting to go out with you again. Remember?"

He blushes.

"I-It's not my fault that I'm a physical guy who loves giving and receiving affection. They were too frigid..."

"You hug ME too damn hard…," Ohma comments. "Seriously, it’s ridiculous."

"You are the most frigid of all! You have a heart of stone…"

"He doesn't and I can prove it!," Kanami imitates Himuro. Ohma snorts at his friend.

"I'm serious, Rihito. Go easy with those wandering hands and the very tight, long hugs," Tomori says, and this time, she seemed to ask, instead of demanding. "Come on, if you can't do this to me, you'll be able to not do this to her too."

"It’s different with you! I'm no backstabber to go grabing my friend's girl."

"So don't be nasty with the others either," Ohma says. "It's a pain to be harassed, in any situation. You said it yourself, I'm proof of that."

"I don’t harass anyone!"

"You do, so much so that to this day we don't know how you weren't framed or something like that," Himuro snorts, to which Kaneda, still helping Ohma with whatever he was doing on his phone, comments,

"Miss Akiyama has already threatened to sue you for sexual misconduct about five times..."

"Meh, I've kind of given up on Kaede," Rihito pouts. "If she doesn't want me, there are others who do... like Tomori's friend," He sighs, scratching his scalp. "Okay, okay... I'll try to pay attention to these things. But you know what my intentions are with this date, right? I'll be as nice as I can, but I won't pretend I'm interested in anything else."

"No need to," Tomori takes a sip of her juice. "Akane wants the same."

He turns to her, green eyes wide and shining.

"Really?!"

"Really," Okubo nods. "IF you don’t ruin everything, asshole."

"Watch your mouths, we have ladies present in the room," Kaneda says, to which Tomori chuckles.

"Relax, Kaneda, I'm kind of used to it. I've watched you play horror games together, remember? My repertoire of swear words gained a couple more pages that day."

"Anyway!," Lihito raises his hands, drawing attention back to himself. "Damn, that makes everything better! I love a woman who knows what she wants...," He rubs his hands with a smile, and then shrinks when Tomori gives him a warning look. "Chill out, I haven't forgotten the things you said! I... I never wanted to harass anyone, really. It's just..."

"It's just that you live on the basis of the philosophy that, if you shoot everywhere, you will eventually hit a target."

"Shut up, Himuro. But... yeah," He sighs.

"Oh, so that's how it is," Ohma nods, looking happier. "Thanks, Kaneda. This will surpass that cat..."

"Isn’t the cat post yours too, Ohma?"

"I don’t admit that this backstabber does better than me."

"Seriously, Hon, stop being jealous of my cat!," Kanami sighs. "This is getting weird."

"He stole my steak-"

"That’s been almost six months! And that was your fault!"

"He lost my trust and that's it. I only tolerate him because he's cute."

"Dude, you really don’t know what context “backstabber” is used, do you?," Himuro arches an eyebrow at Ohma, while Lihito mumbles,

"This dude considers a fucking cat his rival, while I'm still here, waiting for a rematch... but whatever!," He shakes his head with a serious face. "If these attitudes of mine really cause discomfort... I will try to control it and keep my hands to myself... to a certain extent. You can't do the deed through telepathy, you know..."

"Just be polite and respect her boundaries until she shows that she is willing to get more physical," Tomori suggests. "Akane is not one to beat around the bush, she'll make it very clear when she's interested. Until then... just be the cool, fun guy I know you are when you're not chasing skirts. She will appreciate it."

Rihito blushes a little. And then he smiles. She would probably never get used to how cute he could be when he really let his feelings come out, without that stupid casanova facade getting in the way.

"Guys, it's almost closing time, do you want to go or can I join you at the table?," Kanami sighs, a little tired. "Tomori, before I go I'm going to need help, Paikon woke up from his coffin and is tidying up, but when it comes to kitchen stuff..."

"Leave it to me, Kanny! Then, after we're done, we can go back to the table and help him with his Instagram profile all together," Tomori suggests, smiling, to which Rihito blushes more, looking to the side.

"I'm kinda having a Dee-je-vou-"

"Déjà vu, dumb fuck."

"Shut up! But seriously, this reminds me of when the three of us got together to help Okubo prepare for his second date with Tomori," He smiles at his friend. "It's ridiculous and at the same time funny that you're trying to do the same to me..."

"We’re trying to be good friend. You did the same for me, didn't you?," Okubo snorts, blushing too. "We need to help the homies…"

"Come here, blondie, I already downloaded Instagram on your phone while I was out," Hiro sits down next to Rihito without ceremony. "You just have to choose the photos..."

"Aaah! Don't sit so suddenly next to me, you spawn of Satan!," Rihito jumps and shrinks a little. "And who gave you the password to my phone? Seriously, sometimes I think you're a Yakuza in disguise..."

"I have my little secrets, honey," he smiles devilishly. "And no, I'm no Yakuza, but I have some friends who had some experiences with 'em. Kanami is one."

"Experiences with beating them up, you mean," Kanami laughs, making a cruel expression, high-fiving with Ohma, who smiles in the same way.

"It’s not just you, no. I'd even call some of them pros. But come here, help me choose your profile pic," he opens the phone gallery and widens his eyes at the first photo he sees. "Oh my God...," he blushes, laughing coquettishly at Rihito. "You definitely weren't feeling cold that day, huhuhuhuhuh..."

"What the- you busybody!," He snatches the phone from Hiro's hand, very red. "You can let me choose the pic, thanks for the help! I just need to find one that won't get my profile banned five minutes after being created..."

"Do you see what we said?," Himuro sighs while Kaneda says, "Take the opportunity and give him your friend's profile, Tomori."

"Oh, I will, as soon as he gets his profile ready."

"My friend, it is Instagram guidelines that doesn't like that stuff, I loved what I saw," Hiro laughs maliciously at Rihito, but still walks away. "If you want, I can make an OnlyFans account for you too..."

"No, thanks. I already have one," He responds, without looking up from his phone, and this time everyone at the table chokes on their respective drinks.

"You- you have an OnlyFans account? Are you serious?!," Himuro widens his eyes, to which Rihito rolls his.

"Calm down, it’s just so I can follow those who really make content."

"Oh... now we know why you’re always broke at the end of the month," Kaneda comments.

"Then let's do a creator account, I want to help," Hiro laughs.

"No offense, bro, but I don't want to have a literal devil's advocate as a manager or anything like that," Rihito snorts. "Anyway, I've already chosen the pic. What do I do now?"

"Here, as soon as you post it… That’s it. Now press this button here...," Hiro teaches him. "Hey, Tomoh, it's Sekihyo, right?," When Tomori confirms, he laughs a little mischievously. "Oh, this is going to be great," he laughs softly. "I know her username, it's @akaneagata. That's it, all together. Aaand there you go! Enjoy," he gets up and pats Rihito on the back. "Now that I'm sure of who it is, I feel way more at easy, hahaha."

"Sekihyo? That Sekihyo?!," Kanami looked up, surprised; she was now sitting next to Ohma. "Ooooh... I know that one," she makes a face, returning to her boyfriend's side, mumbling, "Good luck, you'll need it."

"Yes, he will," Tomori nods, very solemnly, while Rihito frowns, checking the profile.

"Sekihyo? Is that a nom de guerre or something?"

"Yep! Look at the photos and tell me if it's not an extremely suitable name," She suggests, and he, even more interested, scrolls the bar with his finger to scroll down the photos.

And what photos. She looked like a model posing for a photo studio, always in the best angles. She was a little thin but not like Tomori, especially in the breasts department, which happened to be the roundest, and almost sticking out of her clothes, almost always accompanied by a coat that looked to be made of fake fur. Fur, leather, leopard prints… if she were older, she would definitely be the flashy type, but damn, how good that fashion style looked on her. And her skin was similar to Himuro's, but her blonde hair... she was clearly one of those Gyaru, who he saw walking down the streets of Tokyo in groups. And she had a tattoo of red leopard prints on her shoulder, living up to her name.

Himuro and Kaneda see how Rihito's eyes widen, his chin dropping a little as his face reddens. They knew that expression too well. The two exchange a quick glance with Okubo before leaning in to peek, very curious.

"Uh- wow!," Himuro’s eyes widen a little too. "Now that nom de guerre makes a lot of sense. A Gyaru with a capital G…"

"Indeed," Kaneda agrees with a nod. "And she's a close friend of yours?"

"I’ve known her since high school,” Tomori says, smiling a lot. "Naoh, do you remember when I told you that I got into a fight with a girl and almost got kicked out of school? A fight that involved a baseball bat and everything…"

"Wow, was that her?!," his eyes widened too. "She didn't end up with permanent brain damage, did she?"

"Two damaged brains, going on a date…," Kanami scoffs, making Ohma laugh softly.

"And if she hadn't, she must have it now, considering she agreed to go out with "Rihito, Himuro raises an eyebrow, to which Kaneda laughs softly.

"Fuck off, all of you!"

Hiro laughed out loud from the counter.

Tomori laughs too, shaking her head, "She always had brain damage, hahaha! And she returned the kindness later, she gave me a black eye and everything. We had a hell of a cat fight, were both suspended for a week, and the following month we were already going out shopping together as if we had always been the best of friends!"

"And we thought it was just us, professional fighters, who made friends like that," Kaneda jokes with a chuckle.

"With me and Ichiro it was the same thing...," Ohma shrugs. "Except the shopping."

"Yeah...," Rihito nods slowly, his eyes still fixed on the phone screen. The others watch him closely, already preparing themselves for the whistles, the extremely inappropriate comments, the howls. They don't come, however. Tomori then asks, a little hesitantly, "So? What do you think of my friend?"

Rihito looks up at her. And then he smiled a lot, his cheeks a little flushed.

"Wow, Tomori, she's beautiful!"

Uh... yeah, definitely none of them were expecting that kind of response.

"Oh… apparently our moral beatings got in…," Hiro comments, laughing. Kanami laughs louder.

"... Kaneda, check his pulse, quickly. See if he's not dying, in a feverish state or something," Himuro says, eyes wide, to which Kaneda exclaims, "We have to take Rihito to the hospital! There is something very wrong with him!"

"Shut up, you two, I’m fine!," Rihito grumbles impatiently. "You wanted me to behave, right? So I'm trying to do that from now on!"

"Uh... that's great!," Tomori opens a huge smile. "She’s really beautiful, isn’t she?"

"A lot! I had never dated a Gyaru before. I see that I'm going to start well. And yes, the tattoos are quite appropriate, considering her nom de guerre," He carefully observes the pattern of spots tattooed on one of the girl's shoulders. "A panther, huh? I like it," He opens an insinuating half smile. "That's what I call a coincidence…"

"Huh? Why?," Kanami asks, innocently.

"Well... let's say that panthers and leopards are also an inspiration to me, when I'm inside a ring," He arches an eyebrow, raising two of his fingers. "I have the claws and everything to prove it. That girl and I are going to get along really well. Big cats sometimes roam in packs, hehe."

"Oh, that's true. You even wear shorts with leopard prints and everything," Kaneda nods, crossing his arms.

"Isn't a panther a kind of lion or something?," Ohma asks, and Kanami shows him an image on her phone screen. "Ooh... so that's the animal," Ohma nods. "Yeah, it matches the Razor."

"I see… that’s clever," Kanami agrees. "So it’s just a matter of setting the date up, right?

"Oh yes…," Okubo nods, seriously. "And it will be the four of us. We're free this coming weekend, what about you?"

"Yes, I- wait, the four of us?," Rihito blinks, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Uh... so, Naoh had the idea of us ​​going on a double date. You know?," Tomori gestures a little. "Both of us, you two..."

Rihito blinks again. And then he grunts to Okubo, "Who told you that a moron like you could come up with ideas, even more so stupid ones like that?! A double date, that's just what I needed!"

"It's your fault, you jerk! Your fame fucking preceds you. We were worried at the thought that you were going to scare away the poor woman. Don't forget that it was only when you shut up that that catfish bite the bait!"

"Fuck you, you’re jealous because I was the one who caught it!,"

"Oh, but the idea is great! That way, you can keep an eye on him," Kaneda says, and Himuro nods.

"Yep. I would say it would be to ensure that the girl doesn't get uncomfortable to the point of wanting to run away, but after seeing her photos, it would be more to ensure that Rihito doesn't end the night needing to put ice on his balls because he got kicked."

"Fuck off! Ugh, is this really necessary? I already said I'm going to behave!," He assures, to which Tomori shakes her head.

"It's already decided. Not to mention that we will enjoy the night too. We're a little tired of only being able to sit quietly next to each other on a sofa, while my father sings enka at karaoke and my brother challenges Naoh to an arm wrestle."

"Ugh, I know how that is," Kanami grimaces. "Well, then good luck to you guys, especially to Rihito."

"Heheheheh… you can fall in love but don’t fool yourself, dear," Hiro jokes. "Fight well, soldier."

"Hnf. No need to worry, lil' fairy. I don't fall in love, simple as that," Rihito lifts his chin haughtily. Himuro and Kaneda look at each other and shake their heads, saying nothing. Tomori rolls her eyes, then turns around and says, "Oh, and before I forget! Two more of my friends asked for your DMs, Himuro. Can I give it on to them?"

"Sure. What are their names?"

"Karin and Mariko. They are former college classmates. Do you want to meet them here at the bakery?"

"That's where I met the other two, Yuzuhira and Makoto, so it's more than fair. You can tell them I'm free on Wednesday," Himuro combs his hair back with one hand, very naturally, his eyes closed. Rihito glares at him in anger.

"Two more numbers? Now you have, like, four of 'em! Greed is a sin, you know? You're going straight to Hell, you slut!"

"All this just because I didn’t want to give you the number of one of them? Envy is also a sin. See you there, asshole."

"I already know that I'm going to Hell anyway. I remember hearing a devil laughing when I died," Ohma comments, as naturally as Himuro. Kanami grimaces.

"Ohma, don't say that...," she gets goose bumps. Ohma hugs her shoulder, laughing softly.

"And you said he's frigid," Okubo points at the two, looking at Rihito. "He even looks kinda cute."

"Hmph. He is, when it comes to us," Rihito snorts, turning his attention back to his phone, still admiring Akane's profile. Tomori speaks softly to Okubo, "I'm honestly relieved that he didn't make a scene when he saw Akane's photos. I think what I said really got into his head."

"I just hope it stays that way, love… I really do."

"Me too. Anyway...," She gets up from the chair, hitting her hands on her skirts to unwrinkle them. "We need to close everything, don't we, Kanny? And go help Paikon too."

"Yes, yes… let go of me, Ohma…," she laughs a little when he doesn't let her go, and breaks free when she threatens to squeeze his ribs. And she quickly goes to the kitchen with Tomori. "Let's go, I have things to do at home."

"Okay! I'll be right back, love," Tomori leans in to kiss Okubo's cheek; He was so tall, she didn't need to bend down too much to reach him, even with him sitting down. "And I'll bring you the leftover cookies from today's batch."

"Ooh, thanks a lot, babe," he pulls her towards him a little, in a quick but strong hug, making her laugh. And then he watches her leave. The others look at him grimacing, and he looks right back. "What?"

"Ugh" the others make a collective groan, except, of course, the seaweed head, who was still absorbed in his phone.

"Hey girls, I have some important business," Hiro also enters the kitchen, with a note in his hand. "There's something that's not working…," and his voice dies with the distance.

This time, Rihito didn't seem to care much about the sweet couple. He was still very focused on his phone. He only looks up when he realizes that Ohma, Okubo, Himuro, Kaneda and him were alone.

"Are they gone?"

"Uh... yes?," Kaneda arches an eyebrow. And then they all startle when Rihito slams his hands on the table, his face red and a little sweaty, his eyes wide and an expression of absolute delight on his face. And when he speaks, it's low enough for only them to hear, but the excited tone is unmistakable.

"Holy crap! Did you guys see the size of those tits? Shit, that girl's hot as fuck!"

Himuro and Kaneda let out a huge grunt together, the first putting his hand over his face, the second throwing his head back.

"Damn, we spoke too soon!"

"For fuck's sake, man! You were only waiting for the girls to leave to let the dogs out, huh," Okubo growls.

"I knew that was gonna happen," Ohma comments, looking aside. "I even counted to three, couldn't be more accurate."

"Seriously, aren't you ashamed of yourself, Rihito? What about all the things Tomori said to you? Did they go in one ear and out the other?," Kaneda asks in a censorious tone, to which Rihito shakes his head vigorously.

"Of course not, I listened and absorbed everything! I'm going to be the most respectful and gentlemanly guy I can be and keep my hands to myself... until it's time for me to bury my face in those melons until I choke!," He again makes that gesture of squeezing the air again, as if pressing invisible horns. "It took a while, but the universe finally decided to throw me a fucking bone! I'm about to cure these blue balls for good, my guys!"

"Fuck, I give up," Himuro groans, "I thought that, after Okubo straightened himself out, there might still be hope for this idiot. But no, he's a hopeless case."

"If I, the frigid one, according to you, could do it..." Ohma says with a laugh. "Anything is possible."

"Yeah, you just needed a new heart for that, one that can beat and pump in the right place," Okubo mocks. "That's all. In his case, he needs a brain..."

"Brain? Only if it can help me with oxygenation, because I'm going to need a hell of a breather to give this chick some action! But it's okay, I'll make the sacrifice!," He rubs his hands; he was almost salivating. "The noblest sacrifice I have ever made, yes sir."

"Poor girl..."

"For what? I'm going to do her so good she'll beg for an encore after the other! Now whether I'll agree or not is another story," He combs his hair back, trying to imitate the gesture that Himuro had made earlier, but not with nearly the same charm. Ohma holds back his laughter.

"He looks like a dog, minus the tongue sticking outta his mouth," Okubo comments, and Ohma lets out a half scream and stops laughing again, sobbing as he holds on, hiding his face.

"No, man, that's mean…," he manages to recover quickly. "You're offending the dogs."

"Whatever, man, I'm the biggest dog on the kernel! And the big dog here will feast!," He throws his head back and opens his mouth, but chokes hard when Himuro hits him with a slap to the throat, shouting: "I swear to God, you idiot, if you howl in the middle of the bakery, I'll kick your mouth so hard that you'll have to start brushing your teeth through your ass!

"Aack! Fuck you, dude!," He coughs hard. "Are you trying to kill me?!"

"Leave it alone, Himuro," Kaneda sighs in defeat, shaking his head. "The only thing we can hope for now is that he really follows Tomori's advice and waits until the right time to start with this nonsense."

"I'll wait, I swear! It will be worth it, every second...," And he raises his fingers again in Vs for Victory.

"If he doesn't wait, record the whole thing and send it to me. My videos with Kanami scaring him went... how Koga called it...? Oh yes, viral!," Ohma smiles satisfied. "I finally beat that fuzzy backstabber!"

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