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Springtide of the Black Rose

Chapter Four

Take your Time

The Hentzel sisters, accompanied by Siria, opened the garden gate to this suburban abode as they gazed at the dwelling's exterior that was something that they would see in poorly written made-for-Television Movie aimed at Middle-class children. It was completely foreign to them to see something like this, considering Rociel and Celestine lived in a cottage style home with an enclosed loft, designed to be energy efficient because of the high ceiling maintaining a comfortable temperature. Siria was also alien to the concept since her father liked having comfort and mobility; her home was two-story trailer with a finished wooden exterior that had a flip down porch with her room tucked away above the bathroom.

Rociel knocked on the door despite the miasma she outwardly projected to the point it was making her younger sister a little anxious. It was never the fact that the technopath hated sleepovers, she had plenty of them with her friend that was in the same social predicament, and they didn't ever fit in to place when it came to talking to others. Her first slumber party was at age thirteen, particularly as Siria started to take notice of her male classmates' glances while her mind wandered with thoughts if anyone found her attractive.

This was the night that Rociel first learned of her passionate nature that didn't hesitate to make an alabaster-haired girl into a woman, experiencing the joy of romance and sex. Her quarry was with the idea of sleeping over at a stranger's house was the idea that they were likely going to the brunt of everyone's jokes and torment. She didn't care for being the one taking a back seat to the scenario, a desire to pave the way forward for others' to follow was more of the Crossbred Hyena's Style.

The Door opened to their greeter who stood about 5'9, a male husky with Ashen gray fur that was covered in suit and manganese dust that was used in Steel fabrication shops, it was obviously Zoya's father. He reeked of Iron and Gin with the aroma of pine emanated from his clothing and noticeable stain on the collar of his tanktop, "Hi...." He said before giving a hearty belch. Rociel giggled at his humorous disposition "Hello Mr. Markov, Zoya invited us for a sleepover." She said in genial tone.

"Call me Alex... your dad does since I visit him every week." Alexander replied, able to recognize the raven-haired adolescent as his shrink's daughter, inviting them into to the living room then heading up the staircase, tired from a long week. The Relationship between him and Rociel's father was spurned when he had emotional breakdown at work then was forced to visit a psychologist every week for a month or risk facing losing his job. His probationary period stopped but he continued his visits, seeing as he had no one to talk to about his issues, mostly in regards to how she handle on how to get his wife back and succeed in life.

Zoya trotted down past the husky in his mid-thirties, she wore a knee-length black denim skirt and white blouse, and they were the first ones to arrive to her party. Rociel took a seat on the sofa next to Siria, pressing her body against Siria with a hand slowly dancing across her lap that soon wrapped around underneath her bosom. Celestine sat in an Armchair adjacent to the couch in an effort to avoid getting caught in the wake of their romantic playtime that she recalled led to her getting kicked in the chest because she refused to move from her spot.

Rociel and Siria were already locking lips, absent to the world around them, with a hand already slipping up the wolf's shirt and along her spine. Zoya looked at the two "Well, I guess you are having fun already... Some of my friends are running late so watch TV and hang." She stated, distracted by the couple that was deeply involved with one another. Their hostess soon started to walk away but stopped when she heard Celestine speak "Please do not leave me alone with them." The rabbit nervously said.

Zoya gave her guest a queer look "Why is that?" she questioned, unable to figure out why Celestine was distressed. "They'll make me watch if I stay!" the teenaged bunny joked, though it held some truth since she knew her sister would take it to the next step regardless of an audience. The Russian adolescent sighed "Would like to help clean up my room?" she asked with a quick sharp reply of an unexpected "Yes" that seemed eager to leave the room.

Zoya and Cell walked up the flight of stairs to her bedroom which was down two doors down from her father's door that guarded the stairwell, Alexander had been paranoid ever since he'd move to america that his debtees would send someone to end his life and kidnap his daughter to force into prostitution. He had owed a huge sum of money to the White Star Party, a group of russian mobsters that were made of old school communists and union workers that was largely centralized in Volvograd, their main revenue sources were legal and illegal prostitution, sex trafficking, political subterfuge, counterfeiting, and a long list of crimes that remained largely under the radar. They were one of the handfuls of syndicates and mobs that survived "The Great Inferno", one of the many names of the series of events that took place after a certain vulpine under the name of "Ms. O" hosted her broadcasts in Seoul, Korea.

The fourteen year old canine entered her bedroom, it was fairly nice with its alabaster walls and rose pink trim, but she obviously didn't pick the color out herself since having never bothered to repaint from the prior owner's choice of color. There was a twin mattress bed situated in alcove that seem to fit it perfectly that had a hand-woven quilt laid cleanly out on Zoya's bed, it didn't seem too much of mess in her room with the exception of some laundry scattered around. A shelf adjacent to the closet had caught Celestine's attention, specifically an antiquated medal next a photo of a women holding an Mosin-Nagant Bolt Action Rifle, familiar with the firearm in question belonging to the family of early 20th century Sniper rifles. She approached the shelf with intrigue "Hey, is that you great-grandma?" Cell asked, excited to learn about the history behind it.

Zoya sat down, knowing her guest was referring to the old photograph "That's actually my mom's great-grandma. She was a sharpshooter when the Germans occupied Stalingrad, and was recruited into the Soviet Army after they found her picking off Wehrmacht officers near Red Square." She explained. Her mother's family had a long military history, ranging from simple draftees to special operations, and a grandfather who was an officer under the GRU. Celestine often played First person shooter games that were set in 1940's with her elder sister who often hid in the shadows with Precision weaponry, consistently eliminating Cell's characters with deadly accuracy.

She couldn't help to comment on the Russian Army's brutality during their march towards Germany "...at least she didn't rape anyone when they advanced westward towards Berlin." Celestine jeered. Zoya's expression turned foul, remembering the stories about her Great-great grandmother's deep seated hatred for the Nazi Army "No... she did advocate it though with her great speech of "They took our homes, our land, our family, our people; now it is our turn to take from them everything, their capital, their homes, their women and daughters, leave them with nothing but tears and misery." I can't blame her since they killed her parents." She explained, feeling a little uneasy talking about her ancestor who was the near perfect spitting image of herself. The resemblance always haunted Zoya whenever she'd think about it. The near perfection was eerie since they possessed the same color hair, height and eye color, an appearance that almost gave her grandfather a heart attack when she was looking for a bottle of aspirin in the middle of the night while wearing a nightgown.

Zoya decided to change the subject to something she could probably use to her advantage "So what's the tale between the two downstairs? Are they 'hot' for one another or is it something else?" she probed. Celestine looked divided in her thoughts, trying to find a decent explanation to follow suit to the question at hand "It's complicated. There are a lot of ins and outs, along with ups and downs..." she said before being crudely interrupted by her hostess giggling. "...then there's tons of sucking and licking!" Zoya interjected, leaving the rabbit clueless for a brief moment as she reveled in the filthy humor.

Celestine couldn't figure out what the husky was laughing at until the scent of food baking lurched its way upstairs, "Ooo! Somebody put a bun in your oven!" She stated, immediately recognizing the smell of dough reacting to heat. Zoya stopped her giggling and scowling at the thought "Oh please don't joke about that! My mother was eighteen when she gave birth to me. It's bad enough I let Ken pop my cherry..." she said, accidentally professing to her guest. She covered her mouth, realizing what she told the rabbit who was now trying to recap the conversation.

The confusion that plagued Celestine's mind only led her to question "What does baking have to do with... Damit!" She was realizing the unconsciously sexual innuendo that slipped from her lips once again. She pressed her forehead against the nearest wall, secretly punishing herself in her mind "Why does this happen to me?" she thought. Zoya sighed in relief that the lapine didn't catch on to the last item in her confession "Let me guess, you're fucking the mute?" she hissed, turning the situation around on her, grinning at the idea of a promiscuous bunny. "No, I am not. We just talk a lot, and play hide-n-seek together in an industrial park and on a bunch of sky scrapers." Cell answered, recalling the games that they have been playing in their dreams, seeing as it was there way of getting to know one another.

The aroma of food became more defined, Zoya's nostrils identifying the scent as one of her favorites with her stomach growling to confirm it "I smell Pirozhki yet there isn't any meat in the house to make the filling" she pondered aloud before heading downstairs into the dining room to find a plate stacked high with meat buns. Rociel was half-naked in the kitchen with the upper half of her black unitard around her waist and the sleeves tied around it, frying the meat filled lengths of homemade dough that was put together using flour, water and bacon grease. She never hesitated to cook whenever hunger struck, taking the opportunity to prepare some of the most exotic treats and elegant meals.

Siria was kneeling on the sofa, watching the chef at work while peering from behind the arm of it in a snug fitting white thong, wagging her tail in excitement and wiggling her hips from side to side. Zoya looked at the wolf's lack of clothing "Wait, did you two really have sex on my couch?" she asked, despite the answer being more than truthful. Rociel giggled and smiled, finishing up the final touches of lunch "We clean your kitchen and prepare you a meal yet you're hung up on us making love on your sofa, brilliantly done Ms. Markov." She retorted, the kitchen was definitely more pleasing to look at than the grease stained marble countertops and the sink full of dishes encrusted with rotting bits of food.

The Secret to how she was able to turn this germ-infested excuse of --- was through a Top-secret Prototype Aerotek Innovations product that Rociel was developing to be released within the next year. Nanomechanical Intelligent Hygiene Maintenance System, or NIHMS for short, was designed to enable a sterilized environment for those with immunological disorders to live at home because of the airborne microbial-killing nanites . They replicated through the consumption of the Amino acids and nutrients commonly found in bacteria and other microbes, enabling for a fast reproduction in an unsanitary environment.

Aerotek Innovations was Rociel's brainchild that she operated in secret, a company that designs the Earth's latest and greatest technologies while keeping it a secret from her parents and even her little sister to enable her to plan the future of the world. Her ideas fuel the fortunes of this company, ideas such as Environmental Reclamation, Sonic Surgery, Non-lethal Pulse weaponry, and more, these were the future of the World in her eyes, a perfect utopia where no one knew of War, Hunger, Pestilence, and disease. She dreamed of citadels that raked into the sky in the center of her grand cities that would build themselves as they grew, interlinked together with an endless network of hi-speed mag-lev rails that traversed around the globe within a matter of minutes.

Rociel was the one fortunately controlling the NIMHS since they lacked any centralized intelligence to determine what materials are suitable for decontamination and sterilization, her brain guiding them in their wave of microscopic scrubbing. She wasn't afraid of using Nanotechnology, unlike some of the people who fell into the 'Grey Cloud Apocalypse' Hype that had took hold, ever since a Research firm in Moscow had an incident involving stem cells and a set blank nanites that lead to the scientists erasing all data relevant to the scenario. The fact was the she herself had tiny robotic doctors wandering throughout her body, detoxifying any substance that was polluting her body while hunting down any viruses or harmful bacteria, synthesizing vaccines and remedies for whatever came her way.

The reason why Rociel injected these medical nanites in her body was to counteract her little sister's symbiotic microbial colony that inhabited her body, mingling with the natural flora and fauna to create a balanced protected ecosystem while simultaneously immunizing her. Celestine wasn't a stranger to getting sick, especially in her younger year where she was constantly sneezing in reaction to pollen and cut grass, developing bronchial infections as result. The one downside when she was ill, the Microbes would spread to other hosts in an effort to create a resistance in them, which led to her elder sister catching the flu that didn't hesitate to make the hyena miserable.

The floor tiling was spotless, shining its marble white with the freshly changed light bulbs casting their brilliant brightness down upon the ground, the ebony wood cabinets looked as if they were new like when the house was first purchased, and the air was clean similar to a fresh summer breeze. Plates and bowls shimmered in the drying rack; the fact that they had gone unwashed so long was deplorable despite that there was Dishwashing machine, though it had been broken for the longest time ever since Zoya fried the power cord when she nearly flooded the entire room with soap bubbles in an attempt to clean.

Whilst the Hentzel Sisters were getting acquainted with their classmate, a certain dark red-furred fox was making his way home from his first hunting trip, carrying bag full of fresh meat and blood dripping from his maw, along with his hands covered in crimson essence. Kenashi was still a little traumatized, his mind rattling from the reality of how life could be ended so easily in the blink of an eye, how it could come to an end at a moment's notice. He approached the gate to the Condo Complex, pressing the button to the gate's intercom as the camera feed opened up.

Ken stretch out for a second before placing his face close up to the camera "Hey Felix, mind opening up for me?" he said into the microphone. A face of 24 year old rabbit garbed in a Rent-a-cop outfit was looking at computer monitor before looking at the Intercom's Video feed, "HOLYSHIT!!!" Felix shouted in fear, reacting to the adolescent's gruesome appearance that made him look like a serial killer. The Guard was catching his breath, "Okay... but next time, don't do that to me. You know I have a bad heart!" he scolded, reminding the Fox of his heart condition that made him seizure-prone.

The Gate opened up as it clanged its trembling sound, it seemed due for maintenance judging by the rust forming on the wheel axles, a common problem that metallic machinery had in the region due to the dense amount of rainfall and humidity. "Thanks Felix." Kenashi said, it was the first time he ever showed gratitude to the security staff since they always had prevented him from sneaking out on several occasions or defacing his neighbor's front door by nailing straw doll to it. He walked up to the second story, heading down several doors before coming to his and checking the mailbox adjacent to it, finding nothing of interest except utility bills.

He opened the door, setting the letters down on the coffee table then heading into the kitchen, putting the venison in the freezer then looking around for his mother. Ken opened the door to the master bedroom to find Hadei examining herself in the buff, it wasn't uncommon for him to see her naked and vice versa, particularly since she wasn't prudish about nudity because her parents owned a hot spring back in Japan. She turned to her son before deadpanning in fright, pausing to allow her brain to catch up. Hadei's violent reaction though was unexpected, sending her son flying across the hallway with a swift kick, busting down his bedroom door.

Luckily, Ken had only the wind knocked out of him, stunning him for a brief moment then Hadei coming to his aid "Oh I am so sorry my little Keke, did I hurt you?" she spoke in a sweet apologetic tone, hugging him while pressing his head against her neck. He was a stunned but relatively alright, regretting that he hadn't cleaned off the blood stains "I'm alright Mom... Don't need to worry about me." Kenashi assured, ultimately impressed that she managed to launch him in the air. She was still coddling him, "Please don't ever do that to me again, I almost mistook you for a Murderer!" Hadei fretted, she was worrying about if injured him or not.

Kenashi stood upright, dusting himself off and headed to the restroom to clean his stained fur, staring at himself in the mirror with his mind wandering "I guess there is a first time for everything... even killing." He thought as the blood washed away from his palms. The memory of his first quarry replayed back in his eyes over and over again, his psyche was attempting to make a moral heads-or-tails out of it "It was kind of fun... The first time I ever shot a gun, and I did great for my first time." He said to himself. Ken was divided on what to make of Rociel, part of him was afraid because of the unknown and mysterious miasma that seems to tail her around but the fiery inferno of an Aura that enraptured jer was somewhat invigorating.

It only took a few minutes to be ridden of his sanguine mask but one mark stilled remained, the Technopath's black lipstick that lingered. Hadei made her way to the shower, hoping to strike up a conversation "So how did your trip go? I see you got lucky!" she humored, teasing him about the Ebony stain on her son's forehead. She always teased him about the opposite sex, similar to how any parent would, but in Ken's situation, it was often if he made it to third base or not with them. The Motherly vulpine stepped in the bathtub, dialing the valve for the hot water to the right,

The shower head released its aquatic torrent, soaking Hadei's fur while she grabbed her favorite Watermelon-scented shampoo, which she considered a good luck charm since having met the good Dr. Hentzel. She was secretly judging her appearance before her son had rudely interrupted her, determining how she would go about getting Rhyne's attention, smitten with what was either love or lust. Reality always came butting back in her fantasy that he had two other partners, who in her mind seemed extremely devoted to him, meaning that she would probably have to get their focus first.

While his mother enjoyed her self-preening, Kenashi was enraptured by lipstick stain on his forehead that seemed nigh-invincible, regardless of what he used. Hadei kept peeking from behind the shower curtain, giggling "So how was she?" she asked, before lathering her collar bone with soap and water. He cringed at the thought of sleeping with Rociel, his imagination conjuring up the vision of her wielding a bullwhip and wearing leather corset, accompanied by a black-dyed Military officer's cap, his fantasy probably wasn't too far from the truth. Ken couldn't help to confess "I didn't do it with her..." He muttered with a sinking sensation in his gut, nausea setting in as he burped in his mouth with a rich iron taste following it.

His mother's ears perked "So what did you two do instead? Was it fun?" Hadei probed, running her fingers through her hair then massaging her scalp. Kenashi didn't feel like talking about the entire experience of eating a buck's heart out right after killing it "We went hiking, shot a deer and butchered it. She made me steak and eggs for breakfast, it was alright I guess." He explained. The Vulpine woman snickered "better luck next time then!" she humored, though wondering what could of her steered her son away from every teenaged boy's goal.

"Yeah, she's a little too aggressive for my tastes." Ken chimed, never finding the domineering type to be attractive. They always reminded him of "Erika" in a way, the other half of Akira that manifested itself whenever light entered her right eye that was quick to anger and driven by the cause of making his life miserable. How these two entities came to be, happened when she was 8 years of age after overexerting her sensikinesis, the ability to control sensation, on a mugger who tried raping her mother in the streets of Tokyo. The one drawback to her power was the neural feedback, for every ounce of pain that she delivered; her body had to experience it as well thus sending the preadolescent kit into shock, allowing the two personalities to form.

Akira's Family always assumed that "Erika" was the parasite that lurked within her mind, presuming the aggressive attitude to be a self-destructive behavior while 'Akira' was what was left of her original personality. They had sent her to live with her uncle Senjiro in the US in order to be treated and examined by the Esper Sanctuary Program's researchers and doctors since the organization's Japanese branch lacked the appropriate resources. This sort of Phenomenon wasn't uncommon for 'Psypers', lack of control over their ability or lack of restraint had potential to lead them to develop mental disorders such as Schizophrenia, Manic-Depressive and a few others.

What had been preventing from ESP's Scientist from developing a cure was the non-invasion clause of their program's charter, barring any type of surgery on an Esper's brain, even to consenting patients. They always placed the safety of these unique individuals as their topmost priority, along with preserving their ability at all costs. The Program's head and founder, Dr. Matthew Felgud, made these rules succinctly clear and anyone who dared violate them would face dire consequences, consequences like incarceration in a federal penitentiary's High Security cell with twenty-four hour armed guard to ensure that the organization secretly remained under the radar.

Ken, after ten minutes of scrubbing, finally was rid of the Ebony lipstick that tormented his forehead for the past few hours, resuming his discussion with his mother " So you're really hung up on the shrink, aren't you?" he teased. Hadei poked her head from behind the shower curtain, blushing slightly "No I am not! ... Besides he has two partners already." She remarked with a hint of anxiety in her voice, embarrassed that her son caught on so quickly. He wasn't going to pass up this golden opportunity to torment her "You're not going to take the chance of tasting all three flavors at the same time?" The Teenaged fox jeered, laughing under his breath.

Hadei's cheeks were almost as red as her fur once she heard him say that before she started throwing shampoo bottles at her son "How dare you! How dare you! How Dare you!" she repeatedly chanted with an irritated scowl on her face. Kenashi didn't stop there, annoying his mother became top priority at the moment "Well, Don't we need someone to fix that door you knocked down? I'm sure he would come and fix free of charge for a wonderful lady all alone in her condo with no one around to help her..." he said, though he wasn't being sincere in hopes that she wouldn't actually do it. Sadly for him, it struck in a sensitive nerve as she darted out the shower with a nearby broom in hand, beating ken over the head with the bristle.

She chased him all the way out the door "That'll show you to pick on your mother like that!" Hadei hissed before heading back to finish her shower, annoyed by the fact that her son went to that extent just get a chuckle. She was furious, along with flustered, stamping her feet in frustration "He's bad as his father sometimes! Hmph!" she spoke to herself, reminded of all the times that her late husband Min would tease her whenever she looked at other men and occasionally women. Her mind soon turned to the thought "Hmm. Maybe I should give him a call if I have his card... it would be nice to have some company again." She pondered, her tailing swaying and wiggling her hips in excitement.

Hadei turned the dial off, the shower head dripped its droplets of water, splashing down upon the drain as she noticed that it was still going after she stopped it. A clever thought formed in her mind "I wonder what else may need fixing" she wondered, wandering around her home and setting it up to make it seem like it was in dire need of maintenance. The mischievous vixen went the coffee table near her home phone in the kitchen where she kept her phonebook and all the business cards that one could ever need for any kind of service, dialing the number for Dr. Hentzel's business number.

The Waterwolf in question was in the middle of a therapy session with one of his more unstable clients that claimed he saw the stars talking in binary with one another. Rhyne's smartphone vibrated in his pocket "Excuse me for one second" he pardoned himself, standing up to move into a corner of the room. He answered it at the final ring "Hello, Dr. Rhyne Hentzel speaking." The hyena spoke in a cheery tone in an effort to prevent his patient feeling uncomfortable from his normal monotone voice.

Hadei was twirling the phone cable in her angst "Umm... Hi Mr. Hentzel, can you help me with something real quick?" she asked nervously. Rhyne was frustrated from the lack of progress with his patient who kept getting referenced to him for a clearly psychiatric need. Unfortunately, her timing couldn't be any worse "Ah! Hello Ms. O, I'm afraid I cannot assist you at the moment since I am occupied with a client at this moment, what is it you need so I can send someone over?" he stated, trying to keep himself from lashing out at his guest.

"I accidentally broke down one of my doors and my homeowner's association would have a fit if they found out about it. I'd gladly pay for the replacement..." The vixen replied, now she was anxious about who he would send to aide her. Rhyne knew the perfect individual for the job "I'll send Jacklyn over right away, don't fret about the money and just say you owe a favor." He answered before abruptly hanging up. He wasn't clueless to what Hadei was plotting, but he waited for her to make the first move in order for the first step of his plan to work and Jacklyn was phase number one.

While Hadei waited for one of Rhyne's pets to come to her door, Kenashi went to knock on his supposed best friend's front door "Hey Ira, open the door or your little sister will do it for! I know your home" he said demandingly. They often played this game when they were twelve, pretending that no one was home in an attempt to deliberately tick each other off, that is until a certain young miss took a liking to him. The Door slammed open as a petite blonde-haired 11-year old Jaguar Panther came rushing towards the fox, launching herself on him, inadvertently knocking him down.

The end of Kenashi's life came in a small package named Daiko Kajiya, who he babysat from time to time while her elder brother who stood at a towering 6'7 went to the optometrist for his Myopia treatments. Dali was precocious yet deceptive young girl at best, though her libido prevented her from making any friends since her classmates had caught her masturbating in the boy's bathroom which led to her transferring to an online school because of the constant bullying. She spent most of her days at home alone where the monotony and isolation of her daily routine drove her to the extent of seducing Ken into deflowering her lily then holding him by the proverbial coin purse. All in order to find an outlet for her stress as well as a source of Mental and Physical stimulation outside of her courses that only took her two hours to complete.

Dai didn't hesitate with the idle threat of "If you don't have sex with me when I want it, I'm going to tell mommy that you raped me!" against him as a contingency plan, which meant to Kenashi that he would lose his Father's inheritance. Luckily, the pantheress's greatest enemy was boredom and she wasn't about to let her favorite toy get taken away from her that easily. One that brought her some relief from the agony of being unable to focus, Ken didn't understand what was ticking in her mind, despite the truth of it that still had yet to surface.

The young feline suffered from Nymphomania that affected every 2nd generation of women in her mother's family, though hers was psychological reaction to stressful conditions. She was fortunate enough that hers was compulsive nymphomania, unlike her grandmother who fully embraced the impulsive nature of her hyper-sexuality. A lifestyle choice that made Holidays a bit awkward from the leering tension from Riley directed at her Mother, who she spent her childhood having to live through dozens of boyfriends and never settling down.

Riley Tazuna, Dai and Iramei's Mom, resented her Mother's lifestyle of bringing home a different man every other night, despite the fact they would spoil her with lavish gifts in order to gain her favor or to take pity on the little girl who didn't have father figure in her life. It sickened her to the core, much less the fact that manner she was conceived was based solely on a whim to satisfy a fantasy and the desire to have a child. What infuriated Riley the most was the story behind it: Her mother, Maya Ozuna, after getting her associate's degree, wanted to celebrate by having a baby with someone successful, inviting several random men who replied to an advertisement on personal's site for an orgy.

This rift lasted for quite some time until Riley had her children and after their father was dragged back to Japan because of familial obligations that he didn't exactly agree to in the first place. Maya soon stepped in to help her daughter cope in learning to be a single mother of two children, along with supporting them financially whenever they fell short financially. They never had too much difficulty when it came to money though, enough to get by with a decent standard of living since Iramei and Dai's father secretly transferred 3,000 US Dollars every month through a secure savings account.

Riley wasn't the one to suffer from the emotional fallout from her spouse's forced departure, Iramei did when he was young and his little sister was balling her eyes out in tears, asking "Why did they take daddy away!?!". Ira knew who was to blame, his grandfather who owned Kajiya Industrial, a Tool Manufacturing company that was started 50 years ago that had grown into a nationally spoken name. He understood that his Grandad was greedy and vindictive. He used whatever means it took to destroy and ruin his enemies, making their lives and dreams meaningless.

it infuriated the young Iramei to no avail to the point where he vowed to recover the Kajiya Heaven's blades, a set of swords produced in the Edo period using a metal that fell from the sky and were stolen by a thief, then decapitate his grandfather. This set of blades became a legend passed down for generations, A Katana, A Waizkashi, and Tanto that would remain eternally sharp and could tear through metal armor. He thought it would be a testament to irony if he killed him with something that he coveted so fervently, the idea of their existence was what led to the creation of Kajiya Industrial in the first place with the desire to mark the world with its name.

Kenashi managed to stand up after being knocked down, putting Daiko on her feet as courteous gesture while Iramei was staring at him "I don't like you touching my little sister, do it again and you're going to wake up in a dumpster." He scorned. Ira was ultra-protective of her within reason, she often was victim to the continued bullying of her former classmates that would sneak into the Complex then scrawl the words "Slut", "Whore", "Deviant", "Pervert", and the like on their front door. It didn't help that it was near impossible for her to go out anywhere without being slandered or harassed in public, which sometimes aggravated her condition.

Dai was quick to defend the fox, using an innocent tone against her elder sibling, "Big Brother, please don't pick on Kenny, he's my best friend in the whole wide world!" she cheerfully admitted and it wasn't far from the truth. She and him made a somewhat complicated agreement that they would never consider one another anything beyond a friend, It was because Dai had her own aspirations to become a wealthy woman someday while Kenashi wanted to fulfill his promise of marrying Akira. They did talk a lot to the extent where they would rush through their union to get to the post-coitus conversation where she would tell him her ideas of how she'd get rich and he'd shoot down any of them that were unwise.

Iramei sighed, "Alright, but go back inside. I have to have an 'adult' chat with Mr. O here about what happened this week" He said in a superficial tone as Daiko slipped underneath his arm and the doorframe he was leaning against. Ken was expecting this all week from him, the Jaguar-panther started laughing "You got beat up by a fucking girl, how pitiful is that!" he mocked, recalling the first day of school year. The adolescent vulpine wasn't amused in the slightest, "Yeah and your still a virgin..." he replied, utilizing the best comeback he could think of at the moment.

The feline simply frowned, it was the truth, Iramei hadn't ever showed any interest in sex or women for the years that they had known each other, even when Ken found a homemade porno film in Seth's attic that had Ms. Nina Vanheim herself as the prime actor. It didn't even illicit a reaction in him, despite he ratted out his friend to the woman in question who was livid enough to spank a certain naughty kit, of course, with the Mother's permission. His mind simply wasn't wired like most men; whatever went on inside his head was the focus of his attention, mainly his thoughts and goals.

"So what if I've never had sex before?" Iramei hissed, never understanding why society placed the pressure on men to lose their V-card before the age of 18. Kenashi pressed the palm of his hand against his forehead and sighed "Ugh... get your coat then let's pay Zoya's annual 'Meat Party' a visit." He said, secretly schieniving for the Panther to incur Rociel's wrath when they reached their destination. Ira closed the door for a brief moment to dawn his normal attire, grabbing his father's high-quality leather jacket that has managed to survive over the years. It was a made from crocodile hide, a souvenir from a trip to Panama City in Florida that his parents took before he was born, one of the happier days of his mother's life.

Several hours later, one Zoya's guests had finally arrived despite only the Hentzel sisters and Siria who were present, resorting to the game of "Kill, Bang, Marry" out of boredom. Akira was the first to arrive to end the monotony of Celestine's killstreak of every anime character that Rociel threw at her little sister as the fox knocked on the door. The husky answered the door, irked by the fact that she was so late and within good reason that she only lived a quarter of a mile away "What the fuck took you so long?" Zoya snapped. Akira, standing 5'6, was shoddily dressed in a faded denim skirt and frayed violet V-necked T-shirt that was torn in several spots with a set of pin-stripe leggings and arm warmers adorning her limbs, neglecting to make herself look decent for the night "Sorry, my uncle was puking his guts out and I had to get him settled in for the night" the thirteen year old vulpine said answered.

She took a seat on the end of the couch adjacent to the Armchair that Celestine made herself comfortable in, smiling at the rabbit "Hi, what's your name?" she asked with sickeningly cheery tone. Rociel looked at her little sister with clever trick in mind, spinning her finger around, signaling for them to play their favorite game of "Guess what". Cell giggled at the thought "My name's Rociel, what's yours?" she lied while their hostess sat back and silently watched whatever chaos was about to ensue between the violet furred Fox and the lavender haired rabbit.

Akira seemed puzzled "Uhh... My name's Akira." she said then looking at the intimidating crossbreed hyena who sat on the opposite end of the sofa, noting the three stripes that ran across her azure blue eyes. Celestine wanted to play it on even further "...And that's my little sister Celestine!" pointing towards her eldest who was giggling at Akira's gullible nature. Rociel, who was only half-dressed at the time, slid over next to her with a playful grin, pressing her bosom against the fox's left shoulder then kissing her cheek with the infamous black lipstick that she was fond of wearing.

Akira wasn't comfortable her personal space being invaded, especially with a Hyena trying to pin her down against the sofa "Yeah, gotta be careful! She's really friendly!" Cell chimed with a giggle. Rociel glided her hand up along the fox's spine with a gentle touch before reaching the back of her head, untying the ribbon knot holding the eye patch in place, unsealing the darkness that blinded her right eye. Neurons started firing off with their bioelectric signals, brain cells that were dormant were awakening once again in the left hemisphere of Akira' mind, another person was coming alive after a long restful sleep.

In the instance of a minute, Rociel was immediately propelled off the couch with a swift push to her sternum and loud "What the fuck is going on!" booming through the room in a strong-willed emotionless tone. Zoya smiled at the arrival of her special guest "Welcome back Erika, how was your nap?" she playfully bantered, glad that her best friend was returned from the recesses of Akira's mind. Erika wasn't happy, well she never really was to begin being born from a divided personality that was born from the ashes of traumatized brain that did the best it could to reorganize itself after an intense neural feedback loop.

The Story behind how two persons came to inhabit that same mind was the result over-exertion of Akira's Sensikinesis, an ability that allowed her to manipulate sensations in others via physical contact, at a young age when she tried stopping a mugger from raping her mother. Her attempt was successful in permanently crippling the assailant by forcing him to feel his skin being flayed from his body in scorching hot winds but at the permanent cost of her own mind. That was the day that 'Akira' and 'Erika' were born, twin fragments of the original personality, mere echoes that needed to be sewn together to form a whole.

Erika was trying to gain her bearing of where she was "How many months has it been?" she asked, fear lingering on the edge of her lips at the loss of time. Zoya had always kept track of gaps between the times her friend had control of her own body while the gut-sickeningly sweet little girl had her way with it, answering "Two months". Celestine felt the mood of the entire room change, it was more comforting, almost honest even as she said a hearty hello "Hi other person!" in a cheery voice, acknowledging the existence of another individual inside the vixen's head.

It was truly a first for Erika, Recognition, looking at the fourteen year old rabbit with a puzzled expression "Umm... Hi?" she replied. Celestine was smiling at her; the contours of her face were somewhat relaxing to look at while trying to avoid making her self-conscious about her broad forehead that she inherited from her parents, "my name's Celestine, what's yours?" she asked despite already knowing it. The fox was stunned from the gentle approach, swallowing the tension that built up her throat "Erika. Erika Yamazaki." she answered, completely flustered yet refreshed by the entire situation

"That's really smart of you! Flipping your name backwards then replacing the vowel with another." Cell professed, praising the identity that the other half of Akira's mind built in an effort to show a distinction with an Americanized name. It was truly new experience for Erika to be treated so kindly "Uhh... Does anyone tell you how cute you are?!" she replied, though her tone was somewhat unconvincing. The young lapine simply giggled "I can see we're going to have a lot of fun together!" watching as Rociel came around for another pass.

Erika immediately noticed the well-developed crossbreed closing in on her personal space once again with a devious smile, showing off her ivory white teeth before slowly pressing her lips against the vulpine's cheek. Celestine couldn't help to put two and two together, "Hey, do you have a boyfriend named Kenny?" she asked, secretly wanting to spoil her eldest's fun. The 13 year old vixen's ears perked up at the mention with a scowl on her face, both at the name and the fact that Rociel was leaving black lip stains on her violet fur "He's Akira's Boyfriend, not mine. For all I care, he could rot in whatever cesspool he crawled from. He is a nightmare that I wake up to and helpless to do anything about but scream..." she jeered, harboring mixed feelings for Kenashi, unable to make heads or tails of them.

Rociel immediately backed off, retreating to the safety and comfort of Siria who was pulled up from the floor into the hyena's lap, with a pair of strong arms embracing the wolf's darkly tinted fur. She knew what Erika meant by that description, it was the nightmare of every AI she created, being woken up just to be tormented by someone for their pleasure, something that the Technopath promised never to do to her sentient creations. Celest was little frightened as well, enough to the point where Zoya had to step in.

"Please don't scare my guests with your complicated sex life! Let's just have some fun tonight!" The Husky proclaimed, feeling the tension in the room rise to the point it was the equivalent of a steel piano string ready about to snap. Erika was never great at making conversation but she didn't hesistate to comment on the situation "Let's get this circus going, we have a pair of lesbians, a Russian gossip, and a weird little rabbit who I peg as an Otaku. Wait, where's the chubby one?" She jeered, noticing the lack of particular guest, a Red Panda by the name of Lynnette Bourne who always had a tendency to be late to every occasion, even her own birthday. Everyone who was present in the room glared at her, even Cell was miffed at the Fox for pointing out her preference for manga novels, "Lynn will be here later..." Zoya pointed out.

A rapid series of knocks rapped upon the timber of the front door, eager to enter the building, "... Or she will be here right now." Zoya commented, sighing at her impeccable timing to the party. She opened the door to introduce a 5'3 tall adolescent Ailurian that seemed a tad bit on the overweight side for her age, roughly resembling the Venus of Willendorf the due to the nature of her vase-like figure. Lynnette was around Celestine's age of 14 with brilliant glow of cheerfulness and hope for the world ahead of her. Rociel grabbed her backpack that she stashed next to the couch; opening it up to reveal the favors she had in mind for the party "We're going to have a lot of fun together..." she cheered.....