The cold, morning air seeps through my clothing, sexually assaulting my skin. I stand shivering, beside Shinimaru, who seems to be exuding heat, though I become itchy from the toxins if I get too close.
It was about seven in the morning, but I had been up for hours. We had gotten up about three hours ago to get ready- getting clothing and all that. What Kagura had insisted was the Kitsuji norm of dress, was a sort of mix between a fantasy steampunk, and Victorian, a combination that provides little to no protection from the cold of the morning.
Reid and Felix had left about an hour and a half ago, so as to not raise suspicion of a large group... I guess. Currently, we stand on a long, stone road, surrounded on both sides by bonsai trees. Ahead at the end of the path, is a large, red tori gate, the bustling city of Kitsuji just beyond.
The same gate that I've been staring at for forty-five fucking minutes.
I turn to Shin, face twisted in impatience. "Can we go yet or nah...?"
Shin, also shivering, yawns, stretching out his back. "Fuck it. Why not."
I do a silent fist pump.
--
I was expecting there to be some sort of guard positioned at the gate, but as we arrived, there was nothing of the sort. Reaching into his pocket, Shin walks over to the left post of the gate. Finally, he pulls out a small, metallic key card, dusting it off, before swiping it through the small mechanical module placed on the post.
There's silence...before a mechanized whir cuts through the air. The area encompassed by the gate begins to ripple like water, before slowly beginning to part.
Slipping away the keycard, Shin proceeds into the gate, looking completely unfazed. I feel a completely rational sense of dread, but I steel myself, and hurry to catch up.
As I cross the threshold, I am hit by an immediate, unexpected wave of heat. Not that I'm complaining though. Just mildly confused about how they air-conditioned an entire fucking city. This relief is QUICKLY overshadowed, however, by the raw aura of this city.
Towering, old British/Victorian skyscrapers infused with a glowing, almost cybernetic complexion. It's just as full of life as it was when I first saw it, people walking about the streets, going on with their own probably shit lives, a huge fucking tech train flying above them. To the far right edge of the block we now stood on, I can spy an ever so slight sliver of what seems to be...a beach.
Somehow.
Shin doesn't really seem whelmed, though. He's been going here for the past however long I was gone, so I probably shouldn't expect him to be enthused.
After a bit of just standing there in a daze, I'm snapped back to attention bye Shin.
"Alright," He says, now walking. I scramble to his side as he continues. "we've cleared most of the city in our search, so this mission won't really rely on covering ground. It'll focus more on gathering leads."
"So..." I think on this for a moment. "I just gotta fuck around and see what happens."
Shin just gazes at me in admiration. "I can't tell if I miss you DEARLY, or want you to die in the most brutal, painful way possible."
"Kay."
"Back to the point though," Shin says, stumbling over a fucking mortar. "we could start at the coast, near the west, or just take a straight shot to the main square. I'm fine with whatever, but I know you'll-"
"I don't really care either."
He grinds his teeth in rage. "...say the most inconvenient thing possible. So we'll just head toward the coast."
I smile to myself.
People like me.
I'm sure of it.
--
As it seems, this "coast" Shin was talking about is the exact beach area that had caught my eye earlier. I don't know why I'm excited to go there- I'll just be looking around- but I guess there's something ingrained into my mind that will forever draw me to beaches.
Bikinis.
And I'm met with an eyeful of this exact marvel of human creation- and a hunk of glowing metal- as I skip gleefully across the street, and headlong onto the coast.
My god.
I can't even begin to describe the fucking glee I feel right now.
No.
I mustn't falter. For the sake of looking cool, as well as fulfilling the mission. I guess. Rightening myself, I gain INSANE attractiveness.
Not nearly as enthused, Shinimaru strolls onto the beach, grabbing a folding chair from under a tree, and positioning it under his arm. He flips on a pair of sunglasses, turning his head at me. "You can take care of yourself for a bit, right?"
I not with utmost devotion.
"Yes sir!"
--
I failed to recognize how shit I am at acting cool. I don't even have anything to add on to that. I uh... I just look like a creep right now. I was just about to say some stupid anime shit, like, "Never give up!" or something. But I feel like this is one of the few situations where defeat should just be accepted.
Resigning myself, I lean back against a palm tree, allowing my hair to fall over my eyes. Hopefully I can fall asleep...and maybe look cool-
"Sir!"
My dick rises- I rise. ME. Not my dick. ME.
Anyway.
With a jolt, I look up from my insanely nonchalant pose... And I was right. It's a fucking woman. Not that it was difficult to tell from the voice alone. I just like feeling special.
Running at me, face full of worry, is a whole fucking woman. She wears japanese-esque clothing... though barely any. It's sagging off more by the second as she continues her sprint. And whatever hadn't fallen ALSO failed to cover most of her body.
HER TITS ARE ALSO MASSIVE-
VERY ungracefully, her foot catches on a root. She lets out a girlish yelp, before colliding with the sand. Without bothering to get up, she raises her head, eyes sparkling.
I'm actually going to cry.
This shit is so fucking magnificent.
Lip quivering, she manages to get out a few words. "M-mister...help me get up...?"
Without hesitation, I extend my hand down to her. She gratefully grabs hold, hoisting herself up to my level.
HOLY SHIT YOU CAN SEE HER FUCKING TIT-
It seems as if in the turmoil leading up to this moment, the sudden collision with the ground caused some facet of her clothing material to be displaced and or broken, exposing this particular area of her mortal apparatus.
BUT I MUST NOT SHOW MY FIXATION-
"Wanna touch my bewbie, sir-"
"Yes."