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A silence surrounded the Hentzel home, the lawn was freshly cut and dew from a fresh rain misted the ground. The cathedral style window gladly filled the house with enough natural lighting, saving the amount of electricity it used in the day. The quiet stillness was sadly short lived with a sharp howl piercing into the air akin to throwing daggers into a wooden board.

Rociel had stabbed Siria in her bare hindquarters with an Autoinjector filled with Seratizine while her little sister held the wolf down from the waist up bent over the back of the couch, forcing a viagra tablet down her throat. The two struggled keep the potential asylum patient at bay until the mixture of two medications kicked in. The rabbit grunted, "Damit, why is she so hard to hold down?!?" she exclaimed, doing her best despite her victim's protests.

The reason behind Siria's nudity was once Rociel's parents had departed for their vacation,she had become more irate in her delusions. She believed her clothes had turned into evil monsters hell bent on sucking her blood then ran around thinking she was in a meadow of poppies. Fortunately, Rhyne kept a few spare syringes full of her medicine in case of emergency, and the Hentzel sisters weren't against using force if need be.

Five minutes passed as the room went from a beautiful patch of golden poppies to a series of alabaster walls adorned with family photos and artwork. Siria was finally coming down from her episode, regaining her sanity and composure, groaning from her backside itching at the injection site. She cringed, "Why am I in your house and why does my ass hurt?" she whined, discomforted by the excessive force used to deliver her anti-psychotics.

"'Cause sissy unloaded a round into your ass! Bub chika wub wub!" Celestine humored, still holding onto her for dear life. Rociel immediately glared at her sister, "Cell!" she snapped, disciplining her for the poorly timed joke. She quickly released the white-haired wolf, "Sorry Siri!" she apologized, giggling lightly at herself.

Siria stood up, caressing her left hind cheek, looking down at frame, "Ugh... Why do I always take my clothes off when I do that? At this point I should just become a fucking nudist." she said, disappointed in herself. Celestine quickly started tearing her clothes off, "Let's be naked together!" she cheered, unworried considering she was in her own home. The canine pushed her palm on her forehead, "Why am I even associated with you two?" she rhetorically questioned, attempting rationalize the illogical nature of her friendship with the Hentzel sisters.

Rociel looked at her Inamorata with a quizzical expression,"Because a sadistic psychopath with a napoleon complex and a sexually curious sociopath are your best options for friends that can accept you when you go all Alice around them." she remarked, understanding how fast most of society would try to put the 17-year old Mongrol in the nuthouse. Celestine's ears twitched at the comment, "I am not a sociopath, I'm a psycho!" she cheered, smiling out of the blue. Her sister stared at her with a fierce glint, "You're the dangerous combination of both! You care little for social consequences of your actions in pursuit of your goals and disregard moral conventions to satiate whatever desire you have in mind. At least I plan ahead to minimize the consequences of my actions and hopefully reap the reward of a careful strategy." she lectured, citing the lagomorph's recklessness throughout their history as siblings.

"Is this about my cousin trying to drown at himself after that wedding cause it was his own fault! He tried to rape me!" Cell said, a little hesitant to remember the entire scenario.Rociel pinched the bridge of her nostrils in frustration, "The less we remember about that God-forsaken reception the better off we are, your lucky Dad was there to do whatever he did to revive him and press charges. He's still in Juvie as we speak, you pretty much wrecked him for the rest of his life and once he turns 18, he's gonna get hauled off to prison..." she said before she was interrupted. "...yeah, Karma, what goes around comes around and I hope he gets to make friends with a guy named big bubba in the shower block!" The rabbit hissed, getting riled up just thinking about her vile cousin and what he failed to do thanks to her sister being protective as she was.

Siria recalled the few weeks the Hentzel family spent out in Hawaii but never understood why they never talked about with others, "Okay, tell me what happened cause I am standing here with no clue what either of you the fuck are talking about." she demanded, still jaded from earlier. The sibling pair went silent upon the query, "If you must know..." Rociel said, with her little sister at the ready. They started to detail the horrors and nightmares that occurred to them at the wedding, including the atrocities that happened at the reception.

The adolescent Wolfess was appalled and shocked, "Let me get this straight. Your family flies eight hours just to show up for this stupid wedding, and at the afterparty, Cell and her mother are almost raped, her cousin tried to commit suicide after he failed, and this guy that she almost ended up marrying 20 years ago was still harping on her tried forcing himself on her then was sodomized with the blunt end of a billiards cue by your mom?" she recapped, envisioning what sort of Hell they went to. Rociel sighed, aggravated by the fact they were talking about it, "Yeah, and 'supposedly' Cell's grandfather arranged a 'date' for him with a 'Mulch Lady' with some 'help' of a 'Doctor' and a 'Butcher'." she explained, carefully phrasing her words.Siria's mind quickly translated her words, "So your Mom and Dad helped him throw the sick bastard into a meat grinder and essentially destroyed any viable evidence that would link them to a murder?" she said, imagining they would have needed a few bags of lye or buckets of hydrochloric acid to help dispose of any skeletal remains.

Rociel simply shrugged, feigning any actual knowledge of what might have happened, "What murder? All I know is that the guy went missing and was never to be seen again. Cell, do you know she is talking about?" she asked her sister. Celestine innocuously looked around the room, "I dunno, maybe she is talking about a show on Television?" she replied, mutually agreeing that they knew nothing. Siria felt it was pointless to pursue the topic any further, "Fine, you've made your point.I won't ask about it anymore." she said.

The Eldest ran her hands through her raven black hair, somewhat disgusted with herself on how she let it go for so long, "Ugh...Be right back, I need to cut my hair." she said. Rociel walked into their bathroom, a large room with stone tilework and false granite paneling containing a sizeable bathtub that could have fit four people in it. She searched underneath in the sink basin cabinet, pulling out a white battery powered trimmer along with its clip kit, setting it down near the mirror.

Rociel gazed into reflective surface,turning on her trimmers that echoed a sizeable hum. A series of zips and zaps follow with dark locks falling into the ceramic bowl, akin to leaves in the fall, fluttering down to the ground. After a few minutes of cutting, she rinsed out her hair then dried it, looking at her new style, a military-esqued buzzcut to her sides while thinning out her hair on top, giving her a more tomboyish appearance.

She smiled before applying her infamous iron oxide black lipstick, "I'm a beautiful bitch! Hehe!" she humored to herself. Celestine and Siria sat out in the livingroom watching television when Rociel came out, "Oh my god! You look like even more of a lesbian!" her little sister jeered. She raised a brow at her, lightly grinning while hiding the trimmers behind her "Oh really my sweet little Celestine?" she said in cheery tone, approaching her sibling from behind.

Rociel wrapped her arm around her the rabbit's skull in a lock, flicking the trimmers on then applying it to the lengthy locks of lavender hair, shearing off couple months of her effort. Celestine couldn't react in time, ultimately caught by surprised as her expression turn to horror, helpless to stop her sister. Despite what her vivid overactive imagination lead her to believe, the Hyena had only thinned out her hair to a more manageable state.

Once Celestine was released from her eldest's grasp, she ran to the mirror upstairs into their bedroom in a panic. Rociel shortly followed, climbing up the metallic staircase, finding her sibling somewhat relieved, "See, I didn't cut it that short and you really need to start taking better care of yourself sometimes. Your lucky I have you on that BC formula cause you'd never take those stupid white pills everyday." she said, reassuring her she wasn't that sadistic. The rabbit wasn't upset nor happy with the results, but more concerned with her sister's words, "Yeah, I know I know, and Six months free of the chance of pregnancy versus something I have to take everyday that has a chance of failing is a lot easier to take. Why don't you sell that stuff to some company, I'm sure a lot of people would go for it" she said, thinking of how it would help with overpopulation in some parts of the world.

"I plan to, I have an interview with Aerotek Innovations for their Innovators of the Future program. Whatever I come up with and sell, I get a margin of the overall profits put in a trust fund then once I turn 18. I get that money then I am set for the rest of my life in terms of work." Rociel explained, covering the tracks to the truth behind her involvement in Aerotek. She secretly developed the IFP to recruit other young technopaths and espers of the like to develop new materials, technology and reverse engineer some of her more advanced works, while in turn they are guaranteed income and potential jobs in the future. In fact, most of Aerotek's engineers and technicians across the world were espers working around the clock while Rociel managed everything behind the scenes and kept the ESP's attention off her company along with its employees.

Cell flared her nostrils and huffed, somewhat envious of her eldest, "Here you are having everything set for yourself when I have no idea of what I am going to do once I am done with high school. Hell, even if I do go to college, I"ll still have no idea what to do with myself." she said, contemplating her future. Rociel, pulling out a pair of spandex pants and sheer fabric shirt, shrugged her shoulders at her sibling, "If you want, It wouldn't be a problem for me to buy some land, slap a self-sustaining house on it and give it to you. For a girl nowadays to have tracts of land and a home, its a big turn on for guys, besides, you and Caesar would have a nice little love nest." she offered. The 14-year old lapine sighed, "I would like that but I don't know if I will end up with him." she said, stirring with anxiety, starting to rock around.

Rociel finished changing while she rolled her eyes, "Listen, I'm offering you the chance to be barefoot and pregnant as much as you want. It doesn't matter if he is involved or not, it will be your property and yours alone. For all I care, you could go and have whoever's babies you want, even if you want to be a surrogate mother." she said, playing upon her sister's fantasies. Celestine was about to blow her top but she fortunately remained composed, "I'll think about it, but please don't tempt me like that. You know how I feel about being turned into a... waddling... Helpless" she replied, shivering with titillation and the temptation of the thought. Her Eldest grinned with a devilish idea, "It be a good way to pay the taxes on the property and I'm sure it would drive Caesar wild to see you like that...." she teased, deliberately annoying her.

Celestine immediately chased her sister out of the room, throwing pillows at her while she trotted down the stairs, "Get out of here you sadistic bitch! Get!" the rabbit shouted in distaste. Rociel snickered with her Knapsack full of technological toys slung on her back, putting on pair of stylish silver frame lime lensed glasses that enabled her to see through most fabrics. She noticed Siria still absent of her clothing relaxing on the leather sofa, "I'll be back for you later, I'm going 'hunting'." she said before briefly locking lips with the Wolfess.

A motorcycle pulled into her driveway on its spherical wheels, brandishing the Aerotek logo on the side, awaiting its rider to hop on. Rociel picked up the helmet that was stored in its rear bags, programming the bike's on-board to take her to her destination with a single thought from her mind. She arched her leg over the seat, leaning forward as she revved the electric engine then set off at breakneck speed.

While Rociel was en route to the Rockwood complex, Ken and Ira's home, they were up in arms against one another. After Hadei left for the resort she had received an invitation from, a certain jaguar took the opportunity to push his agenda. He stood in the doorway of the O residence, harassing his comrade for the blade set while Akira hid behind her boyfriend.

Iraimei slammed his fist against the frame,"They have my last name on the tang and your shitbag of an ancestor ran off with them." he said, aggravated by the fact he didn't have anyway to prove it. Kenashi dismissed the entire conflict as pointless, considering how long ago it happened, "Yah, like half a millenia ago, and good luck finding the Tanto at the bottom of pacific. Just drop it dude, its not worth getting upset about in the first place." he replied. The Jagpanther grunted and growled, attempting to intimidate the Fox, "I just need them... You will get them back later." he said.

Ken was tempted to call the police at this point, "Can you just drop it please? I don't want us to be enemies over some stupid chunks of metal. Its bad enough our relatives give us shit about having them here in the states." he said. Iraimei was about to say something but his face turned red with a blush, pausing for a minute as his eyes went wide. A hand appeared between his thighs, inappropriately fondling him with a familiar giggle, "So what are talking about ladies and gentlemen?" a voice said.

It was Rociel, who basically broke every speed limit in town and potentially the sound barrier to test how fast she could get to the complex. She released her speechless victim, looking at the two adolescent boys, "So?..." she said, hoping for a response. Ken and Ira stared at her, determining what to make of her buzzcut, "...Oh! Iraimei here is giving me a hard time about some antique swords Akira and I inherited, just couple family heirlooms." Kenashi explained.

"Oooooo! Can I examine them? I love to take a look at them!" Rociel cheered, curious about what the huff was about. An idea popped into Ken's mind, glaring at Ira, "Suuure! Come on in ... Maybe we can finally put this to rest..." he said, smiling with a hint of sadistic glee. They followed him into his home, mainly not to attract attention from the neighbors.

Kenashi briefly entered his mother's bedroom, fetching the antique waizkashi from underneath her bed before returning to the living room, placing it on coffee table. He unwrapped the silk sheath that covered it, "Iraimei thinks this is part of the Heaven's Blade set that his dad told him about and has his last name on the tang along with some letters." he explained, popping the handle off. Rociel picked it up, looking at the word "Smith" imprinted into Kanji on it, accompanied by the letters "V C O" in a triangular fashion.

The Hyena smiled, intrigued by the relic blade, "Well, the first thing that makes this is interesting that it has an Iridium-Osmium impurity with the quality of iron you can only find in meteors in our solar system's asteroid belt. Secondly, the VCO is the insignia for the Dutch East India trading company which, mind you had a presence it eastern Japan during the Edo period. Thirdly, the design of this alone is common for that era and fourthly, Kajiya means Smith when you translate it from Japanese..." she explained, utilizing her historical knowledge to her advantage. Iraimei gained glimmer of hope in that instance, "So they do belong to me? That's gre-" he said but was sadly interrupted. Rociel hadn't finished her speech, "... we all know back in those days, Smith was short for Blacksmith and Ira, if you are related to the Owner of Kajiya Industrial's family judging from your birth certificate. Your paternal relatives have been making tools and weapons for a long time, not to mention selling them. It would be safe to assume that Kenashi's ancestors bought them at one point." she lectured.

Kenashi and Akira, who sat on the couch across from their neighbor, stuck both their tongues out at the Jaguar. Rociel sighed, "The only thing that makes the set valuable is its historical worth, its metallurgical composition and the platinum group metals in it. Other than that, they are worthless trinkets if you don't have the entire set, but the most you will get for it is 250 thousand dollars at auction." she explained, having to gently let him down. Ira scowled, disappointed that he couldn't reclaim the supposed Heaven's Blades, "Now I'll won't have the chance to shove them down the old fuck's gullet." He said.

Ken's ears suddenly perked up, realizing what his technopathic guest mentioned, "Wait, why would its composition be valuable? I know platinum is pricey but what makes it special?" he asked. Rociel went into the kitchen, pulling out a stainless knife then propping the antique shortsword with its edge aimed upright. She struck it with the stainless steel cutlery, causing it to chip, "incredibly rust resistant, and its still probably as sharp as the day it was made." she explained.

Ira noticed this display, despite losing much of his enthusiasm for obtaining them, he seem concerned with the reason why his grandfather coveted the sword set. He hummed lowly to himself, "So... If somebody were to replicate their composition, what could this alloy be used for?" he asked, piquing his intellectual curiosity. The technopath shrugged, "Your standard tools and knives, nothing on a grand industrial scale." she said, slowly becoming bored with the topic at hand.

Kenashi shook his head, his mind waking up from his nap on school shuttle, realizing that Rociel had restyled her hair, "Nice haircut, it looks cute on you, It has that Army chic vibe to it." he said. She smiled and laughed, the air around her changing from crimson to a rose pink, "Thank you, my sister thinks I look butchy with my hair my clipped like this though." she replied with a cheerful hint in her voice. He was slightly perturbed by her reaction albeit knowing it was her monthly phase, "Hey, I know this seems strange, but are you always like this when you are PMSing? I'd figured you'd want to tear my head off or hang someone off the side of a building. Normally, I'm on edge when you around but now, I feel okay." the Fox said, pondering how long it lasted.

Rociel blushed, her cheeks turning a rosy red, "My mood tends to be rather capricious, one minute I am depressed with little interest in anything, the next I am happy thinking the world is all sunshine and rainbows, then I want someone to cuddle and touch me." she explained, clasping her hands together with a fey grin. Kenashi and Iraimei were a bit taken by this, especially by someone who was normally a vicious cutthroat, "How are you feeling now?" Ken asked. She tugged at her lip, pulling off her Spectre Glasses then handing them to her host, "Here, put these on and find out!" she teased.

Kenashi examined them for second, putting them on as they wrapped the sides of his skull, "So what do these do..." he said before noticing that he could see through every fiber and stitch of her clothing. Rociel beamed, displaying her teeth as her pelvic floor contracted, "So how do you think I feel?" she boasted, proudly showing off of her anatomy. He quickly pulled off the spectacles then put them back on again, "Holyshit, you do have... well... whatever it is?" he said, quietly slipping Ira a five dollar bill due to a bet.

Ken was completely baffled by this anatomical anomaly unbeknownst to him, "Ummm... Do all girls like you have that or is that just you?" he questioned, unfamiliar with hyaenid physiology. Rociel laughed, somewhat surprised he didn't know considering his experience with other girls, "Most crossbreeds have either the huge pseudo-dick clit or the 'tube' which supposedly is kind of like one of those fleshy toys you get online. Purebred spots have the tube while straight up stripes are pretty much normal along with Browns and Aards." she explained, unphased by his query. His cheeks turned crimson underneath his dark umber fur, a bit embarrassed "Well maybe I should find a girl that's 'configured' that way." he said, his anxiety growing each passing moment.

She raised her brow at him, "I thought you said I was attractive?" Rociel asked, recalling his speech earlier. Ken sensed a charge the air around her, her aura changing from pink to crimson, "Well...yeah but I like you as more of a friend and with our folks dating, it'd be weird." he replied, the air returning to a calm stillness. "Good point, besides, if your fear does come true then you'll become my older brother... I draw the line there." she said, indifferent toward one another in that regard.

Ira's ears twitched, reminded that he had to watch his little sister, "I have to go, Daiko's been having nightmares and I don't want her freaking out if I'm not there." he explained. Ken looked at him with a concerned gaze, "Yeah, you should really take her to a shrink though, she hides out in her room for hours when I watch her sometimes." he said, averting any possible hints of his 'interactions' with Ms. Kajiya. Iraimei pondered the idea while Rociel chimed in "Maybe I could assist? I have read enough of my father's psychology textbooks to warrant some expertise in an amateur diagnostic, plus I like to solve problems!" she cheered, wanting to flex what she felt the strongest muscle she had, her brain.

The Jagpanther silently agreed, taking the crossbreed Hyena to his residence that was several doors down.They entered the three-bedroom home, finding the young little blond-haired feline sprawled out on an extended futon couch, reading "A Treatise on Anatomy, Physiology, and Hygiene" on her new personal tablet. Rociel analyzed the contents of the SD card, interfacing with the device, discovering a trove of medical textbooks and documents on surgical procedures, intrigued by the pubescent maiden's interest.

She smiled at her, doing the best she could not to frighten the 11-year old Felid, "Hi there! What's your name cutie?" Rociel said sweetly, leaning over towards her. Daiko sat upright, staring at the tall Hyaenid with her large rosette covered cheeks, "Wow, you have some big mammaries! Bigger than Zoya's washboard, Hehe! Anyway, my name's Daiko, Daiko Kajiya!" she proudly introduced herself. Meanwhile, at the Markov home, Zoya was pouring a cup of hot gin for her sick father who was bundled up in a set of comforters until she abruptly sneezed, "I swear, someone's talking shit about me behind my back..." she said before serving the home remedy.

Rociel didn't mind the compliment, sitting down in an Armchair across from the coffee table adjacent to the phuton, "Thank you! My name's Rociel Hentzel, so your big brother tells me you're having nightmares? What are they about?" she asked, accommodating her personality to extract the necessary data. Daiko turned red, nodding her head towards her brother, wanting him to leave, "Mr. Kajiya, please depart for now, I wish for this conversation to be confidential between her and I." 'Doctress' Hentzel stated. Iraimei suddenly scanned the room, "Oh, okay. I'll let you be for now." he replied, before grabbing the trash bag in the kitchen to take out to the communal dumpster.

Daiko seemed nervous but didn't hesitate to explain what plagued her dreams, "Well, they are about a monster and other monsters, along with a mirror. In that mirror is me but not me at the same time..." describing the details of the scenario. Rociel's raised her brow as her ears perked, indicating she was listening, "What is this monster and these 'other' monsters, what do they look like?" she probed, curious if there was a meaning behind them. The Jaguar kitten swallowed the air, somewhat glad her brother wasn't here, "Umm... In the mirror when the dream starts, I'm me then I turn into a fauness thing and there is 'boy' monsters..." she said, afraid to mention anything further.

The symbology behind the fauness was clear enough to determine nature of her nightmares, "Tell me, do you have any control during these dreams?" Rociel questioned. The Jaguaress shook her head, "No, and in the dreams, I go after the boy monsters and they look like they are scared of me." she said, biting her lower lip with a guilty glint in her eyes. "How often does this nightmare occur? Does it relate to anything in your life?" She asked, formulating a hypothesis about the Middle Schooler's psyche.

The expression on Daiko was clear and concise, her head felt slightly clearer when she revealed the torment of her subconscious, "... Sometimes when I feel stressed, cranky or super anxious, I get the urge to do... You know and all that, its hard to stop myself though and it goes away when I..." she explained, it was still embarrassing for her to discuss. Rociel knew what the little feline meant, "I see, do you derive any pleasure from these episodes?" she stated, trying to determine her symptoms. Ms. Kajiya paused for a minute, "...Yes, and then the urge goes away, but I feel better afterward... It really makes it hard for me to focus though sometimes to where its the only thing I can think about." she said, assuming that the Hyena was an actual psychological professional.

Rociel noticed how eager she was to talk to another individual, "Tell me, do you any history of abuse or a family history of Nymphomania?" she said, remembering what Ken told her about Ira's grandmother and how she herself acted. Daiko's ears perked at the word, "No. My mom says Nana is diagnosed with it but I don't do what she does as often. She seems to do well despite it though..."she said, unable to think of any particular reason for her own behavior. "Have you considered that this may be a genetic neurological trait? Not all cases of Nymphomania are purely psychological, some conditions may be due to how a brain develops and wires itself to respond to certain stimuli. In your case it appears psychosomatic, stress-related which indicates something inside your brain is wired differently." Ms. Hentzel stated, providing a trickle of hope.

30 minutes later, Rociel came out of the Kajiya residence while Ira was waiting outside playing a game on his phone, before a swift backhand struck him across the face, "Thats for not taking her out anywhere and leaving her cooped up inside all time!." she scorned. Iraimei, unphased by the attack, had been more worried about his sister's well-being, "Is everything alright with Daiko?" he asked, somewhat guilty about what his female associate said. She was somewhat furious with good reason, " Your little sister suffers from psychosomatic nymphomania." she said before dragging him inside the apartment.

She took her preferred seat in the armchair, as Ira stood next to the futon, "Now, Ms. Kajiya, I'll let you have the choice if you want to tell your mother and I will ensure your brother will uphold your decision." Rociel explained, glaring at him with a gaze that only a disciplinarian could thought provide. Daiko sighed, staring at the floor, "Okay..." she answered, depressed by the potential future she may have. "Mind you, that its not that difficult to embrace what you have in my opinion. I am a half autistic psychopath that genuinely doesn't give a fuck about what people think about me nor letting them get in the way of my goals and I am perfectly happy with myself." Ms. Hentzel professed, hoping that the adorable pantheress would perk up.

Daiko smiled, finally realizing that her console wasn't a real doctor, "You aren't a shrink, are you?" she said. "Nope, but what we talked about is just between us girls.Hey Iraimei, hanging out with Ken tonight? I think Daiko deserves a little fun for once, Girl's night, I'll make sure to keep an eye on her." Rociel said, grinning akin to devil ready to pounce on a deal. Ira simply shrugged yes, "Excellent! I'll bring him by..." she cheerfully said, before grabbing the 1000 page thick math textbook off the coffee table.

The Hyena and the pubescent panther headed towards the O residence, Rociel was first to open the door. Akira leaned forward as a book came flying towards the side of Ken's skull, binder first, knocking him over to the side, "Son of Bitch... why did I expect this?" he whined, regretting that he didn't act on his foresight. Daiko looked at her chaperone with a quizzical stare, "Why did you throw the book at him... Oooh! Better you than my mom." she said, realizing the metaphor behind it.

His head throbbed from the sheer force utilized, "Why do you always want to hit me?!" Ken jeered, pressing his palm against side of his skull. Rociel wasn't finished in doling out the pain of train, "You're not the only one who is guilty here, it takes two to satisfy a nymphomaniac's urges and one to coerce the other into satisfying those urges." she explained as she closed the door behind them. Daiko's ears twitched and perked while the hairs on her neck stood up, "Oh no... please don't make me do this..." she said, afraid of whatever she had planned.

Rociel glared at her with a stern gaze, "Part of embracing your dysfunction is owning up to the mistakes and consequences caused by it. Example: I'm sorry Kenashi, I can be impulsive and irrationally violent..." she confessed beaming with a sadistic grin. He was still caressing the side of his head, "Oww... Apology accepted." Ken replied, before he stood then headed into the kitchen to grab a painkiller tablet. "...But I should've hit you harder! Much Much Harder!" she joked, giggling in her psychotic delight.

Ken shook his head, popping the pill down his gullet before taking a seat, "So Daiko, Nymphomania? Out of all the people in the world, why me?" he asked . She had guilty smile, "I am sorry Kenny, it was kind of premeditated and I thought since you had virtually everything to lose, you'd comply. I also chose you because you were the closest and was the only guy around that was cute enough, plus you are kind of dumb which made it a lot easier. I had a contingency plan in case my mom found out using Oregon's Romeo and Juliett law and your multinational status to my advantage in case that happened...." she explain, detailing a series of complex loopholes she had discovered on both a state and global level. He went slackjawed at the fact that an 11 year old girl could plan a strategy this intricate, "...So let me get this straight, you blackmail me using sweet facade and make me sweat my balls off for months on end thinking that I had the chance I would lose everything my father worked for in his life, end up in prison and be marked as a sex offender for the rest of my life. Yet, you had a had contingency plan to get me out of trouble scott free if not minimized the damage to just a slap on the wrist?" he lectured with an agitated tone, accompanied by a stern expression

Daiko was flush with shame and guilt, afraid he was going to lash against her, "I am very sorry Kenny! Can we still be friends?" sincerely apologizing to him. "You, Daiko Kajiya.... have just payed for your college! You had the game rigged from the start, every single thing in favor to simply benefit you and literally had my fate in the palm of your hands, either you are as crazy as Rociel is or you're a freaking prodigy, maybe a bit of both. Name the university you want to go and I will pay for it every step of the way as long as your mother doesn't find out, I'll probably need a good defender in the future and you could be that person." Ken admitted, impressed by the sheer manipulation of him and the system, playing a bold move on his part. The Pantheress was flabberghasted by it, her eyes a glow with sheer astoundment, "Say what?!?... Are you messing with me? I only learned the law stuff to cover my backside for when I become a surgeon." she said, shocked that he wasn't fully outraged by her behavior.

Rociel paused for a minute, catching up with the conversation, realizing a potential investment in the potentially brilliant Ms. Kajiya, "Hey Hey, Hold up there Ken, I want to pitch in for Ms. Kajiya's future education. Now Daiko, I have some 'friends' in Aerotek Innovations that can help guarantee you a job while and after you go to college, now there will be contract involved once you turn a legal adult that you'll have to sign saying you have to work for a certain period of time. Would you accept?" She asked, hoping to cache in on her skill. The deadpan glaze on Daiko was enough to tell she was beyond excitement, "Yes Yes Yes!" She screeched in delight, jittering madly with anticipation and happiness. Kenashi sighed, nodding his head from side to side, "As much as I want to be mad at you Dai, I can't because you've shown me that you are way more capable than people would assume from you. If I hadn't known better in the first place, I would say you're almost on the same level as Rociel here, and I am sorry I took advantage of you as well." he explained.

Daiko was thrilled but still felt guilty for what she did to Akira too, "...And I am sorry for doing what I did to him behind your back. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you Akira?" she asked, praying for forgiveness. Ms. Yamazaki knew where she was coming from at her age, " Keeping him out of jail is the first thing, and second, I want a favor from you but only I'll know what it is and it applies to both me and Erika." she said, contemplating what she wanted from the pantheress. Ms. Kajiya hugged the vulpine couple, "Still, I am so sorry I did it to you guys!" she professed, regretting her actions.

Rociel smiled before tapping on Ken's shoulder, gesturing for him to follow her outside, before they stepped out the door. She leaned against the railing, staring at him with a sense of pride and her aura spoke of it as well, "That was real mature of you, and I'm proud of what you did there for her. You made up for your mistake and made her probably one of the happiest girls in the world, and did what most people wouldn't, give her a future." she professed before entwining her arms around him in an affectionate embrace. She pecked him on the cheek then whispered into his ear, "You did good... Big Brother.", patting him on the back.

Tears formed in Ken's eyes as he rested his head on her shoulder, returning the hug in turn with a mixture of contentment and uncovering a few old wounds that now had the chance to heal properly. Rociel secured him as he started to fall to pieces crying, "Come on, cry it out for your little sister... let out all that pain and suffering." she said, encouraging him to express it. Kenashi turned into a sobbing mess of an adolescent, burying his muzzle deeper into her shoulder.

This lasted for a good ten minutes until he manage to finally gather himself, "Feel better now?" Rociel asked him. Ken wiped the moisture from his eyes, proudly nodding his head yes, "I'm feeling good, thanks." he answered, finally venting off what had been bothering him for so long. "Now only if It I could make it up for what I did to Akira and Erika for so long... I took away whatever she had left of her childhood and that's not something you can get back that easily." he admitted, recalling his first time with his Inamorata.

Rociel sighed, "Well, there is always time to make up for it and you have all the time in the world to do it" she said, letting go of him. "Now scram, Go hang out with Ira or something, I'm commandeering your place for a girl's night. Oh and tell anyone I called you that, I'll ensure the next language you learn is sign..." She said, somewhat embarrassed that her empathy had taken hold for a second. Kenashi cracked a sly grin, his mind clicking akin to the firing pin of revolver, "You know, behind the whole savage psychobitch thing, you're rather sweet but I gotta ask why do you do it though? I mean you work hard for whatever pops up into that twisted head of yours but it never seems enough for you, like when you beat me up at the start of the semester. You had this look in your eye like you wanted to nail me to the cross for something, though you seemed unhappy about something..." he probed with a fervence.

"You know I like to hunt right?... suppose if some idiot tromped around my hunting grounds then shot one of the fawns and failed to kill it, leaving it maimed and injured. I couldn't stand to see that in your eyes, the pain you have lived, that felt festering like an open wound to me. I hate it when people suffer for the wrong reasons, especially by those wish to consume the world in greed and hunger, I wanted an end to that suffering." Rociel explained with an impassioned boom in her voice. He looked at her with his foolish smirk, laughing, "You know, that sounds like something I'd imagine your dad saying." he replied, amused by her emotional process. She centered her focus on him with a stargazed glint in her eye, "Why don't you ever talk to him though?" she asked.

Kenashi blushed sheepishly, his vision darting towards the complex wall, "I don't know, It'd be weird and awkward. I wouldn't even understand how to start a conversation with him, much less small talk." He said, flustered by the thought of interacting with the stoic shrink. Rociel was annoyed with his excuse, "Talk to him about what guys normally talk about, He's always helped me when I am having issues. Hell, he's even there me for when most of everyone abandons ship at the point when I'm stuck at home from school curled up on the couch in fuzzy pajamas with a tub of cookie dough ice cream watching old sci-fi movies from 50's to 60's and balling my eyes out whining about my 'girl' issues of not having a boyfriend then consider if I'll ever find a someone thats right for me." she professed, painting a particularly detailed painting of her vulnerable moments. He smiled a little, comforted by the idea, "Alright, maybe I'll talk to him... And there is chocolate fudge brownie ice cream in the Freezer if you want." he said, figuring it make her feel better.

Rociel giggled at the gesture, "Okay, and I'll swing by with a Pizza later." she said, her mind centered food currently. She left him to his own devices before opening the door to Ken's home, witnessing Daiko straddled on Akira's lap locked in their oral confines. She raised her brow at them, "Oh my freaking.... you are just as bad as he is!" she said, oblivious to who started it as she closed the door behind her.

Akira broke away with a guilty glow on her face, "She started it...plus she's cute. You have to admit it..." she explained, embarrassed that she was caught. Daiko giggled before taking a seat, "Yeah, and you said to embrace my mental illness so I am!" she said, somewhat happier with herself and her new coping mechanism. The Crossbreed grunted, annoyed by the misinterpretation, "I did say that but for you case there is moderation, I'm too far gone at this point that even the Hatter is asking for directions. Listen, you bury issues like what you have and you'll end up like Akira, attaching yourself to whatever twisted schemas in which you idealize in your life." she answered as she sat down parallel adjacent to them.

The Vixen's ears twitched in irritation, beadily glaring at Ms. Hentzel, "I don't have issues, you do! At least I have a boyfriend..." she remarked. Rociel rolled her eyes, she knew the sound of denial in her voice, "How about we kick this Girl's night off with a loaded question? Akira, when did you get your 'Cherry' popped?" she probed. Akira turned a Sakura pink, afraid to tell the answer, "You mean the first time I had sex or when my Hymen was torn?" she replied nervously.

Rociel rolled her lips around with tongue in cheek, deciding "Let's go with Torn Hymen for 500$." she said. Akira darted her eyes across the room, considering her only option was to tell, "Kenny took 'it' when I was 8. You happy now? I've never told anyone and now you know. I bet you even still have yours?" she said, hoping to turn the table around on the Hyena. She smiled at the idea of the young vulpine couple, "Thats kind of cute actually. Yeah, I pretty much took my own when I was twelve using some toys I got off the internet, It was nothing too fancy. Daiko? care to share?" she explained. The Pantheress shrugged her shoulders, "Meh, it was okay though I'd imagined it being more painful but granted I had control of the moment." she replied, particularly avoiding any details out of her politeness.

Daiko's thoughts wandered for a few moments, never considering it until now, "Hey Rociel, where do you get all your money cause I remember brother coming home with a bunch of electronics and stuff, and he said that you gave him a grand." she probed, curious about her future employer. Rociel grinned, while setting up a peculiar machine from her backpack on the coffee table, "Well my dear Ms. Kajiya, Its very fine pyramid scheme: First I hack a few credit cards every now and steal a few bank account numbers, then transfer the money through a few bank accounts overseas, eventually going through the Caiman islands until it lands into a safety deposit box in Panama where it's been converted into Euros for stability reasons while ending the trail at the last bank or two. The Second part is real investments such as stocks and property, I use whatever money I have acquired transferred into a couple corporate accounts to purchase land, houses, and some investments into starter companies. The Third part is the return investment on these legitimate ventures, a majority of which I keep in a corporate account, while allot myself 5000$ along with some hacked cards into a deposit box at your local and 20 Grand in another in Portland just in case for emergencies, like say some of my assets get frozen due to government investigation." she detailed, comfortable with sharing this information with her associates, who weren't likely to judge as long as it wasn't blood money. The feline curled her lower lip in smiling, blushing, obviously wanting something, "Hey, Could I possibly get one of those hacked cards?..." she asked.

Rociel finished putting her nebulizer diffuser together, attaching the hosing to a mask-like apparatus, "Maybe for your birthday..." she said. She pulled out small vial of golden oil labeled "Sweet Dreams", placing a few drops inside the small bulb before turning it on, "Here, breath this in, trust me." offering Daiko the mask. The young adolescent sniffed the sweet nectar scent, pressing it against her muzzle and inhaling it deeply.

A few moments passed, Daiko was out cold on the Sofa, her body unwinding due to the aromatic substance. "Is she going to be Okay?" Akira asked, concerned if whatever the hyena gave her was harmful. She shook her head, smiling at the potential mental patient, "Its Chamomile mixed with a couple other things, she'll be asleep for while. I feel sorry for her, the little psycho has it rougher upstairs in that head of hers than I do. The worst part is if she snaps, no more Daiko, just a wild animal left behind focused on one thing." she explained, psychoanalyzing Ms. Kajiya, who in all honesty hadn't anyway to emotionally anchor herself to reality.

Akira sympathized with the sentiment, fearing the day if she and Erika were to mesh together to form an entirely new personality, "Its scary to not know you are, when I first woke up, alot of my memory was fuzzy and still can't remember some of it. Erika might know it but some of it is a complete blur to the both of us. I'm afraid if we ever come together, we won't remember anything..." she said. One fact stood out in Rociel's mind, the why of the Vixen's relationship "Hey, let me ask you this, why do you let Kenashi run around with all these other girls? I know I am not one to judge since I'm a bit of slut when It comes to chasing tail." she asked, somewhat intrigued to know. The truth in itself was somewhat complex, "I let him do it to get it out of his system so I don't have to worry about it later..." she explained, though with a hint of uncertainty.

Rociel' mind figured it was a mistruth, her lips primed to speak akin to a bolt on a rifle, "...or you're a closeted bisexual using her boyfriend to live vicariously through him because you're afraid of stigmatization. If, I am not mistaken, isn't your uncle gay? Cause his Dating profiles say his favorite book is "A Picture of Dorian Gray"." she inquisitioned in an effort to probe her processes. "Umm... Well yeah, he is but I don't see how you think I'm bi cause of it." Akira replied, failing to find her point in this conversation. She planted her palm against her own forehead, shaking it in aggravation, "Erika is fucking my little sister, or vice versa... Seriously you haven't noticed the way Cell looks at you like she's ready to tear you limb from limb." she stated.

Akira recalled the prior occasions she had awoken cuddled with the rabbit inside Zoya's closet, "I thought she was just a very affectionate cuddler... I mean I slept naked with my little sisters before, I didn't think nothing of it." she said. Rociel became annoyed by her naivety but she wasn't too far in her perspective , "Yeah, she sneaks into my bed half the time, and I have to drag her back hers. You never noticed how she always hugs to grope you, that didn't warrant any suspicion?". She explained, baffled by her lack of awareness. The fox blushed yet again, embarrassed by her own ignorance "No, I thought it was her way of being flirty since you and her have... Y'know." she said, hesitant to say it aloud due to her modesty.

"Asperger's Syndrome, oh please! like I am embarrassed by that! I'm proud that I don't have to worry about nonsense your average person experiences. My father encouraged to be bold, do what most people dream of doing, and don't let what people think of you get in the way of doing those things. Hell, I'll say what's on my mind, if you don't like it, keep your trap shut then continue on." Rociel professed, lecturing her counterpart with impassioned toned.

Akira giggled at the ridiculous concept, though captivated by the confident attitude "So your dad advocates a dionysian philosophy? How shameless!" she humored, reminded of her World History Class's study groups on Greco-roman Philosophers. Rociel simply shook her head at the lackluster joke, and its sheer blandness, "That is the worst joke.... ever... of all time." she said. The vixen's ears flattened in frustration, "Well, I never heard you tell a joke before." she snidely remarked, jaded by her comment.

Rociel smiled, brandishing her pearly whites, "Oh I have one for you: A lady walks into a park late at night then is attacked by a rapist, and dragged behind the bushes. He starts raping her when a guy comes along coming from his Muay Thai class and attacks the rapist but the lady gets mad at him for attacking him." she said, giggling at her comrade's befuddled look. Akira, puzzled at the bizarre proposition, asked "Why?" in her curiousity. "...because they met on rapedate.net!" she answered, giggling in her morbid delight.

The vixen was bewildered at the existence of such an outlandish concept, "...So that's actually a thing?!?" she said, wondering if she killed someone for the wrong reasons. Rociel nearly busted her gut in her maniacal tirade, " Yeah, you won't believe how many people register for those sites, you can organize who, when, and where you want it to happen. Whoever came up with this idea was a bloody savant! Why do you ask though?" she explained, admiring the pure brilliance behind the idea. Akira deadpanned, her heart sank a couple inches out of fear and guilt, "No reason out of the ordinary. I just think its wierd, thats all..." she said.

"So wanna do it after I prep some dough to rise? we got a couple hours to kill until Daiko wakes up and I'm feeling turned on right now." Rociel bluntly stated, part of her mind seeking to gratify her hormonal urges. Akira deadpanned at how forward she was in her offer, "Ummm... I don't know, maybe... As long as you're gentle? Then yes!" she answered, unsure but tempted to experience what her other half had before. The Hyena beamed with psychotic glare, "you and me are gonna have a lot of fun together!..." she ominously cheered, before entering the kitchen to prepare her Scavenger's delight.

Rociel scoured through a number of cabinets, grabbing rice flour and fortunately finding a baker's yeast packet hidden in the spice pantry. She perused through the refrigerator, indexing an array of meats and vegetables, "Hmm... Typical japanese diet, a lot of fresh stuff over preserved foods." she thought, her eyes scanning over the various items. It only took her few minutes to prep a dough ball in a ceramic bowl and cover it with a damp rag then tend to other matters.

She opened the door to Ken's room, expecting a disaster zone but Rociel was greeted by a somewhat organized room. There was a number of shelves situated higher up, some with Japan-exclusive toys of a few short lived anime shows still in their boxes, and a series of photos accompanied by posters, both in frames. A small computer setup was situated in the corner with a curved screen and a VR headset for any compatible media.

It overall was aesthetically pleasing regardless, particularly everything in its proper place, even a laundry bin at the side of his door next to a trash bin. One aspect that Rociel couldn't avoid noticing was the hooks and loops in the ceiling, but chose to ignore them. Akira, dressed in a skimpy black kimono detailed with morning glories, sat on the edge of her boyfriend's bed waiting in anticipation, "So you like?" she questioned.

Rociel immediately eyed the morbidly designed silken garb, thinking of how it would look more appropriate of a traditional Japanese funeral than a bedroom, vomiting in her mouth a little without saying a single word. She tore off her sheer fabric clothing, ripping it off her body piece by piece, the sound of every stitch coming undone echoed throughout the room. Akira was mesmerized by the vigorous display, tantalized by the hyena's athletic physique before they found themselves entangled with one another...

...Two hours later, a sweet scent had overtaken the room as the vixen laid still in awe on her beau's bed. Every nerve in body throbbed in agonistic delight, once dormant neurons in her brain came alive, resuming sending and receiving signals. Her entire form was sensitive to the touch while she stared at the ceiling, her eyes wide open, "...That was...unexpected." she said, laughing in relief.

Rociel laid on her side adjacent to the mir furred fox, smiling a playful grin "Now you know what its like to be with another girl. Now I know why Ken adores you, your body is quite... 'honest'." she teased, noting the large wet stains on the sheets. "I never knew how to do that until now..." Akira professed, surprised at herself and her capabilities as a young woman. Her cohort giggled in an elated sense of pride, both as a mentor and lover, "Do that for him and he will love you for it." she explained, pecking her on the cheek.

Akira blushed, her bushy well-groomed tail joyfully swaying and swirling at the thought of Kenashi's praise and affection. Rociel had to interrupt her post-coital daydream, "I know the woods are lovely dark and deep... But wake the fuck up! We got two starving morons and a hungry nympho to feed!" she said, her mind focused on feeding her friends before heading out into the kitchen. The vixen sat alone with her thoughts, pondering her new 'friend', "I wonder if she'll stay the night?" she wondered.....