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The following is a work of fiction, with a large number of scenes containing
violence, adult language, and/or explicit descriptions of sex.  Sexual
situations may include some or all of the following, but are not necessarily
limited to this list.  Male/Female sex between people of consenting age in
their home country, sex between a younger man and older woman/women,
semi-consentual sex, rape, multiple simultaneous partners, lesbianism, oral
sex, dominant/submissive behavior, bondage, LIGHT s&m, emotional influence or
control,and/or masturbation.  If these subjects offend you,  or you are
underage to be reading about sex in whatever jurisdiction you live in, please
stop reading now, and if this file is on your hard drive, please delete the
file, then de-fragment your hard drive.


Remember, this is a fantasy world where the main characters are generally free
of social diseases.  Attempting to duplicate the actions or attitudes in this
story may be hazardous to your mental or physical health.  If you must try some
of these acts, be sure to obtain your partner's permission first. [As you might
have noticed, I'm of the attitude that between consenting adults, anything
goes.]

This story is copyright 1998  John Rasmussen.  Please do not repost without my
permission.  If you want to repost this, contact me regarding any change made
to the story, except changes in format that do not change the text of the
story.  I welcome ideas for inclusion into my story, but retain rights to it.
If you want to contribute sections, send me the rough draft of what is to
happen between who, and if I agree that it would fit in my story, I'll credit
you with contributing, and will re-write the scene to fit my long term plot and
personal writing style.  People who attempt contributions will be informed of
whether or not their contributions are accepted, and if rejected or
substantialy altered, will be informed as to the reason.  Bestiality, male
homosexuality and/or death directly related to sex will not be accepted.

END OF WARNING

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AUTHOR COMMENTARY

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     All characters used (or abused) in this fanfic are solely the property of
their respective creators and are being used without their knowledge or
consent.  The situations that I put these characters into are solely the
results of my own imaginings.  I will try not to put people into positions that
require extensive yoga training, and will try not to violate what are
laughingly called the laws of physics in anime.

     For visual references as to the exact appearance of the primary
characters, see the manga and anime of DNA-2, Tenchi Muyo, Urusei Yatsura,
Cleopatra D.C., Taihou Shichauzo, and others to be mentioned as they seem
appropriate.

     Also, I only rarely will use special characters to differentiate thoughts
or sound effects from what is said.  All conversation in this fanfic is
presumed to be in Japanese, and that foreigners visiting and interacting with
the characters speak Japanese with noticeable accents. Since I really have no
idea what an American accent sounds like to a native speaker of Japanese, I
will not use spellings that indicate accents.

     Regarding Karin's future, to help reduce the problem of overpopulation,
young women in industrialized nations are given free five year contraceptive
implants as soon as they begin having regular periods, and at age 21, are
eligible for either a mothering permit for a single child, or voluntary
sterilization.  Multiple births are considered rather shameful, as a display of
rampant fertility, and all children after the first born are mandatorily given
for adoption, preferably to families in other countries. After giving birth, it
is very strongly encouraged for the woman to have the sterilization operation
performed.  Children of women who DO undergo voluntary sterilization are given
economic incentives and lower tuitions for education and housing. Homosexuality
is officially encouraged in most countries, as it does not add to population
pressure, and in the cities, one of the most vicious insults that can be used
against a woman is to call her a BREEDER, as it implies that she would add to
the population problem.

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O.K., the rant is REALLY over now...

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WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE:

     It's the start of the fall session of high school for Momonari Junta, and
after an embarrassing incident at the home of a girl he has a bit of a crush on
[Saeki Tomoko], he was anticipating that high school would be a living hell for
him, with the girls in their short skirted uniforms always in view. However
fate (or is it history?) has other plans for him, in the guise of a lovely blue
haired, green eyed DNA Operater from the future named Aoi Karin. It seems that
in the future, overpopulation is a severe problem and controllable time travel
has been developed.  For whatever reason, it has been decided that certain
people needed to be genetically modified to prevent them from becoming a parent
to too many children.

     Karin is one of the people who travels in time to implement that decision.
For her last mission, she was to prevent Junta from becoming a Mega-Playboy who
was known to have impregnated at least a hundred women. However, it seems that
either a catastrophic error was made, or somebody sabotaged this particular
effort, since when she shot him with the medicine that was supposed to reduce
his sexual drive and fertility, it activated and accentuated his drive and
fertility, as well as other things.

     After an extended period of wandering around nearly unconscious, Junta
pays a visit to Tomoko's home and for some reason becomes incredibly sexually
agressive with her.  Mystifying him, instead of fighting back, Tomoko
apparently loves to be treated that way, and cooperates fully and eagerly.

     Sugashita Ryuuji, an upperclassman, pays a visit to Tomoko's home, and
seeing her enthusiastically cooperating in her seduction by someone other than
Ryuuji, goes into a rage, assaulting the security guard who was hired to watch
the house.  Having savaged the guard, he got in and pulled a knife, intending
to kill Junta, rape Tomoko on the body, then probably kill her as well.  Junta
stops the assault, which for some reason seemed to be happening in slow motion,
by throwing Ryuuji to the floor, simultaneously dislocating his arm at the
shoulder.

     To avoid Tomoko having to answer embarrassing questions, Junta arranges
Ryuuji's unconscious body outside by the guard, making it appear the assault
had been stopped outside the house, then calls the security agency that he had
seen one of their employees unconscious by his apparent attacker.  Hiding in
the bushes of the property, he watched to make sure that the two men were taken
to the hospital, then went walking around to try to figure out why things had
suddenly become rather strange.

     His walk eventually took him to a small bar called the Cha Cha Maru, where
he met a woman named Roppongi Akemi, and almost unconsciously picked up on a
number of signals she was sending, resulting in their going to a love hotel.

     Meanwhile, Karin was finding out that according to chemical sampling and
analysis of Junta's blood, not only had she failed in her mission to defuse a
megaplayboy, but that the bullet she had used had significantly boosted those
characteristics that are associated with sex drive and fertility.  Her
situation had just become much worse, with only one remaining chance to defuse
the situation without risking rampant paradox that her agency simply could not
afford.

     Sometime in the early morning, Ryuuji wakes up in a hospital bed, realizes
that he's supposed to be under guard, and thinking that the witnesses to his
attempted rape and murder had told the police, kills the cop that was sleeping
on the job, and wearing his uniform and equipment, walked out of the hospital,
intending to finish what he had started, then disappear.

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DNA-2 [part 2]

     I woke up in the arms of a beautiful woman named Akemi.  We were both
naked and lying on the bed of a room in a love hotel somewhere in Roppongi.
[Author's note:  Akemi is named after a district of Tokyo that is rather famous
for its night life, clubs, and other activities.]  It seems that even in my
sleep, I had been caressing her, my hands stroking her back, since when I woke
up, my left hand was on her ass, while my right hand was moving on her back.

     Trying to take control of my actions, I slowly disengaged myself from her
sleeping grip, despite the way she held me with both arms and one leg wrapped
around me, and walked into the bathroom.  The bathroom was itself decadently
large, evidently to cater to the desires of anyone who, for whatever reason,
wanted to have sex in that room.  After taking care of necessary business, I
started a hot bath running.  A friend of mine who had spent a couple years in
America, once told me that while showers are for getting clean, there are
really few things better for relaxing and thinking things over than a soak in a
tub full of water that is as hot as you can tolerate, and I realized that I
definitely had things I needed to think over, particularly the events of the
past day.

     I remembered getting dressed and going to school, but before my first
class, things became confused in my memory.  Images of looking at the business
end of a handgun, a cute girl with light blue hair and green eyes saying
"Bye-bye..." that trail off into noise and pain, half memories of walking
around, then waking up in a park.  The memories that far are pretty easy to add
up...  Somebody drugged me, and somehow the cute girl was involved.  I was sure
that if I could remember what she said as my memories dissolve in pain and
noise that a lot more of the day would make sense.

     I remember going to Tomoko's, and very soon after I arrived there becoming
incredibly agressive toward her, pushing her against a wall, my hands moving
freely on her...  Realizing that just the memory of that time was reviving my
energy and interest in a woman, I tried to step back from the memories a bit. I
remember feeling her frustrations and something within me guiding me, even
controlling me, as I touched her and spoke to her.  As I touched her, I could
feel her excitement, and with near certainty how much more she could stand.

     Before my mind could begin to dwell on those particular memories, I
started to think about the fight with Ryuuji.  The way he was moving, he must
have been drunk, as well as nearly exhausted from whatever he had been doing
while I was semi-conscious through much of the day.  It hadn't taken me more
than a couple moments to realize he was moving slow and clumsily, then grab his
arm, step in against him, hit him and throw him, ending the fight quick.

     The memory of the blue haired girl floated before me for a moment...
"Bye-bye..."  I pushed it to the side for the moment, then remembered a line
from a translated english story.  "When you have removed the impossible,
whatever remains, however unlikely, must be the truth."  Let's try to remove
the impossible, Junta.

     Impossible thing number one:  For no apparent reason, I suddenly become an
aggressive seducer.  Either that, or Tomoko decides to say that anything I want
to do to her is fine, and I DON'T throw up.  Conflicts in this situation. I
can't even look too close at a sexy girl without getting so stressed out that I
throw up.  Tomoko knows this, having more than once caused me to puke.

     Impossible thing number two:  Ryuuji attacks me and with nearly insulting
speed, I take him out of the fight.  Conflicts here, Ryuuji is a much better
martial artist than I am.  I'm pretty competent, but he holds a black belt in
one school of karate, and is working on another.  True, he was apparently
enraged, which may have made him not focus on the fight, but I think it was too
easy to slip inside his guard, then throw him.  My technique isn't that good,
even when Takegahara-sensei is helping us practice.  Hmmm, this isn't really
impossible, but it's very unlikely.

_____________


     In the bedroom, Akemi woke, realizing that something was missing...
Blushing, she quickly remembered the boy from the Cha Cha Maru.  No, make that
the young MAN who had made her feel like a cat in heat, catching every signal
she had been giving off and aggressively working with them, focusing her
attention on him at the same time that she felt she was the center of his
entire existence.  Stretching, memories cascade through her mind of the way he
touched her, as though he knew exactly what would stimulate her.  The way he
took her panties from her on the street where anyone could see, then the way he
had made her scream in orgasm as the elevator doors opened.  He hadn't let her
cover herself on the way to the room she had rented for them, and another
couple had seen her, obviously recovering from an orgasm, wearing only her
skirt and high heeled shoes.  She had been shameless, enjoying their eyes on
her even as she had been embarassed.  Somehow the embarassment had only
increased her eagerness, and once they were in the room, any inhibitions she
might have had were forgotten...

     For several minutes, she relished the memories of what they had done to
each other, letting them heat her blood again.  She could hear the water
running in the tub, and eventually her lover getting in.  Thinking of the
possibilities inherent in a bathroom's design, a fantasy of walking in on his
bath and joining him in the water came over her, and with that fantasy in mind,
she left the bed.

-=-=-

     I had reached a point in trying to chase down the strangeness of the day
to where I was pretty convinced that the blue haired girl was at the very least
central to the strangeness, if not in fact the cause of it, when I heard the
door of the bathroom open.  I still couldn't believe what I had done with this
woman.  As she walked in, then disappeared behind a partial wall, I pulled the
lever to let the water start draining out of the tub.

     I started one of the showerheads running, and within a minute, Akemi
walked into the shower and kissed me in greeting.  "I love the feel of a hot
shower." she said as she stood under the spray, getting soaked, including her
hair.  "I'd invite you to join me, but I guess I'm too late, hmm?  Could you
help a girl get clean, you naughty, dirty young man?"  She pressed up against
me as she said this, her fingers in my hair, her cheek pressing against mine,
and her breasts, ah, those wonderful breasts, pressed against my chest, her
nipples firming up from the contact, poking against me with delightful
friction.

     I grabbed a bottle of shampoo from the shower rack, a cherry scented mix,
that I figured would smell great with her own scent and as I kissed her, opened
it and started rubbing her back with soapy hands, moving downward from her
shoulders, rubbing and lightly scratching her back.  As the kiss went on, we
turned until the water was beating on her back.  My hands kept moving lower,
stroking firmly.  I broke the kiss, breathing deeply of the scented steam in
the shower as my hands dropped to her ass and squeezed while I pulled her
against me....

_______________ Some Time Later _______________


     Junta walked home, having told the taxi driver to let him out nearly a
kilometer from his house so he'd have time to think.  Among the images most
intensely occupying his mind floated the undeniably cute face of a mystery girl
with light blue hair and green eyes, saying "Bye-bye" to him in the middle of
what looked like a coffee house.

     Walking into the clock shop, he noticed his dad reading a dirty magazine.
"Hey dad!  I've gotten over my allergy!  Check it out!"  Grabbing the magazine,
he turned to the centerfold, looking intently at the woman there, paying
particular attention to the way her lingerie held and accentuated her flesh,
the black lace pattern an arousing contrast to... Even more suddenly than usual
for him, the nausea hit, and he vomited into the magazine.

     Dropping the now ruined magazine, Junta turned to get the mop, like he had
done so many times before.  Instead, Ami tossed his jacket at him, hitting him
in the face with it, then following it with his school bag. "Here's your stuff,
Junta.  It was real nice of you guys to just leave me there like that when you
went off for choir club and karaoke."  Grabbing her homework from the table,
she stormed out of the shop and went across the narrow street to her home.

     After he had cleaned up, he got ready for bed, thoughts of the blue-haired
girl warring with questions of why Ami had gone out of her way to cover up for
his disappearance.  Exhausted by unaccustomed exertion as well as the actions
of the DNA altering chemicals in his blood, Junta fell asleep quickly and
deeply, his dreams centering around the girl he had just met.

___________________

     Tomoko woke earlier than normal, refreshed beyond measure by the deep
sleep she had gotten after Junta left.  She stretched slowly, got out of bed,
picked up a towel and her school uniform then went for the shower, thinking
once again about how Junta had treated her the night before.

     The thoughts swirled entoxicatingly in her mind as she adjusted the water
temperature and stepped into the shower where she had made sure that he could
see her two days ago.  "Was that the final straw?" she thought as she started
soaping her legs.  "Was my teasing him like that the event that pushed him into
punishing me?"  The memory of his thigh pushing her legs apart, the pressure of
his muscles against her crotch as he made her helpless....  She found herself
washing even more thoroughly than ever before, her fingers stroking up and down
her inner thighs rousing memories of his fingers on her.

     Breaking out of the nearly sensual reverie, she reminded herself to keep
washing, since she still needed to go to school to meet him.  Deciding to stay
away from the juncture of her thighs until she calmed down, she washed her
hair, then began moving downward.  With a liquid soap, she soaped herself,
making sure that no part of her remained unwashed, moving finally to her
breasts.

     Her own hands were enough to re-awaken the feelings she had felt as his
fingers closed on her, rousing her senses to heights and depths she had only
suspected existed.  With the shower playing down on her, she circled her
nipples with her fingers, then like he had done last night, closed her fingers
on them, first massaging, then lightly pinching, sending echoes of sensation
arrowing through her body.

________

     In another part of the house, Saeki Emiko woke earlier than usual, since
her evening's work had been cut short.  Climbing out of her bed, she gathered
up the devices she had used the night before, which had settled her worries,
and sent her to a very enjoyable dream.  Needing to use the bathroom, she boxed
the toys for later cleaning, then rushed into the bathroom.  As she neared the
bathroom, she could hear her daughter's voice crying out in what seemed to be
pleasure, and before she could stop herself, she entered her daughter's room to
investigate, just in case there was someone there who shouldn't have been.

     Tomoko moaned as the hot water cascaded down her flushed skin, one hand
between her legs, the other at her breasts, tugging and squeezing her nipple.
"Junta, don't tease me...  That's the way..."  Her fingers closed more firmly
on both her nipple and her clit as she cried out, feeling again the chaos of
her body's demands being partially met by her fingers.  The sound of the
shower, and her own echoing cries kept her from hearing her mother's entrance,
and just as she started to relax, a hand tapped on the door, startling her.

     "Tomoko."  Tomoko's blood turned to ice water in her veins at the sound of
her mother's voice.  "We need to talk, once you've finished your shower. Try
not to take too long, dear.  I'm going to want some hot water when I shower."

     Tomoko finished her shower quickly, then dressed in her panties and a robe
while she waited for her hair to dry.  After brushing out her hair, she could
no longer put off talking to her mother, as much as she might want to. Walking
into the kitchen, she smelled her mother's coffee and breakfast as she sat
down.  "You wanted to talk to me about something, mom?" she inquired politely
as she grabbed a pastry.

     Saeki Emiko took a bite of her own pastry, then answered her.  "Um-hmm. I
want you to know that I don't have any problem with what you were doing this
morning.  You're young and beautiful, and right now your body is just learning
how good certain things feel.  How good it feels when somebody else touches
certain places on your body.  I know how good it feels, and I want you to know
that you can talk to me if you're having any problems with guys. I trust you to
not do anything dangerously irresponsible, but I think it's time that we talked
about sex again."  She took a long sip of her coffee. "And I really think we
need to talk about some other things, as well.  Such as what happened here last
night."

     Tomoko looked at her pastry a little guiltily, "I got home as the police
were leaving.  Somebody had attacked the guard, and they got taken away.  I was
out studying with Ami and Junta."  She took another bite of her pastry, then
got up to get a glass of juice.

     "Tomoko-chan, I really want to believe you, but right now, I'm finding it
very hard to do that.  I want you to know that I spent a bit of time cleaning
after you went to bed, and I found some things that were... interesting, to say
the least."  Emiko put a plastic bag on the table, then dumped the contents
onto a plate.

     Torn cloth, obviously from Tomoko's leotard and t-shirt, spilled onto the
plate, stained in places.  A smell reached Tomoko from the cloth, and before
she could stop herself, her eyes had closed and her memories returned to the
night before.  The feel of the wall against her back as she looked into Junta's
eyes and saw the sudden resolve there competed with the memory of holding him
in her hand, his hardness so hot, throbbing and alive, his scent drawing her to
him...  "TOMOKO!"  With a sigh, she opened her eyes and looked at her mother.

     "I really don't want to pry like this, but I need to know some things.
Some of them you'll find very embarrassing to answer, but as your mother, I
need to know.  O.K.?"  Emiko sat back in her chair, watching as her daughter
straightened up.

     The thought of lying to her mother never entered Tomoko's mind, and she
sighed again. "Alright, mom.  I had an experience with a guy from school here
last night.  Things were getting hot when a boy from school who wants me tried
to get in.  The guy I like beat him, and did what he could to keep me from
embarrassment by having to talk to the police.  Is that what you wanted to hear
about?"

     "Partially.  Can you identify the guy who tried to get in?  It could be
important later."  Emiko knew that Tomoko was telling the truth, as far as what
she said, but there were probably a lot of things that weren't being said.

     "Yes.  It was Ryuuji.  Sugashita Ryuuji."  Tomoko spat the name out like
it was the vilest poison.

     Emiko nodded, making sure to remember the name.  She knew of him, and what
she had heard had seemed like an odd mix.  He was an athlete, and bright enough
to get into the best prep school, but there were things about him that seemed a
little dark.  Now for the hard question... "Tomoko, you said things were
getting hot.  Are you still a virgin?"

     Tomoko's heart seized up on her for a second at hearing a question that
direct about her sex life from her mother. "Ummm... uh.."  Her face felt hot as
blood rushed to her cheeks.

     "Yes or no, dear.  It's a simple question.  Are you still a virgin?"

     "Umm... "  Tomoko gathered her courage and used it to push her answer out
of her mouth. "Yes, but-I-wish-I-had-lost-it-last-night."  The words tumbled
out of her and rang in the air between her and her mother, pointing at her like
a shaming finger.

     Memories of her own days in high school ran through Emiko's heart,
bringing back those very vivid memories of her first crush, her first lover. He
hadn't been the track club president, but he was a noted athlete, and every
time she looked at him, she felt she could just get lost in the way he moved.
She had been obvious, and everybody knew it, but she thought he would never
notice her.  Instead, one saturday after school, he found her watching him, and
stepped up to her, telling her to follow him to the equipment shed. The chance
to talk with him was too good to resist, and she had eagerly followed him...
She hadn't lost her virginity that day, but soon after.

     "Tomoko, I know you might not believe me, but I know how you feel. When I
was in high school, I discovered the way a man can make a girl feel as he makes
her a woman..."  Tomoko blinked, looking at her mother, finding it difficult to
believe that her mother had actually once felt the same way she did about a
man.  "My first time happened after school, when the track team had been
competing.  They had won, and the guy I had a crush on asked me over to his
house.  I'm not sure you'd understand what happened next, but after a while, we
started wrestling a bit, and before I was really aware of what was happening,
he had my skirt and panties off, and was holding my hands over my head as he
opened my blouse....  I struggled with him, but somehow, that just made us both
hotter....

____________

     Later, Tomoko walked slowly to school, amazed by what her mother had told
her.  She had often thought that her mom was something special, with the way
she had always been honest and open with her, and insisted on the same in
return, but to find out that they had so much in common, even including their
desires.  Finding out that her mother felt the same thrill at the thought of
what had happened to her that she did was surreal, but somehow it made a degree
of sense.

     She actually walked past the school, and only noticed when one of her
classmates coming the other way grabbed her arm.  "Tomoko, did you see him?
He's so strong and fast..."

     Tomoko's mind flashed back to the night before, when Junta had leapt
inside Ryuuji's attack, then thrown him to the ground so hard that the house
shook.  "Yeah, and he's so good at karate..."  Her classmate looked at her
oddly for a moment, then shrugged.  Maybe Tomoko had seen him after school,
when he had been trying out for some of the teams.  Then Tomoko went on, "I
can't believe how cool he was, once he stopped being shy."

     "Tomoko, who are you talking about?  The last word I'd use for the new
transfer student is 'shy'.  He was strutting around, coming on to some of the
girls trying out for the cheerleaders.  But maybe once he's been rejected a few
times I'll let him take me out, see if he's as good as he seems to think he is.
Uh-oh, I've got to hurry, or I won't be able to chat with Keiko before class!
Talk to you later!"  Tomoko tried to get a word in edgewise, but before she
finished drawing a breath, her friend had turned to the side and scampered
away.  Sighing, Tomoko stopped by the school gates, waiting for Junta.

__________

     I can't really say that I was even awake before I got to school friday
morning.  That morning my memory was rather messed up.  I could remember
thinking that my allergy to girls was becoming cruel, coming and going in a way
that seemed calculated to humiliate me.  I had vague memories of a girl with
blue hair and fantasies about beating Ryuuji in a fight, getting intimate with
Tomoko, then that wonderful, vivid fantasy of the redhead from the bar paying
for us to go to a hotel.  I felt as though I had only gotten a couple hours of
sleep, so my feet were dragging, along with the rest of me...

     Tomoko seemed oddly quiet when I walked by her at the school gate, but she
was still friendly after how I threw up on her floor a couple days earlier.  I
was feeling like my head was full of cotton, so I just waved at her as I went
in.  About then I remember vaguely planning on seeing the nurse, since I felt
so disconnected.  Being tired doesn't normally do that to me, and I could swear
that I was missing a good part of a day's memories.

     For a while, I seemed to get a handle on the day, not drawing the
teacher's wrath down on me for sleeping or missing a question, so I guess I was
alert, but I still felt feverish and achey.  Things seemed to get worse before
choir class, but I really wanted to go to it.  Partly to get out of my regular
classroom, and partly to find out how I'd done in the testing for the singing
club.  If I had done good enough, I'd be on the school's choir, and I'd get to
represent the school and the other students in competitions.

     I'd met the music teacher before, during school breaks, and while she is
pretty enough that my `allergy' would normally have given me trouble, the fact
that she was teaching music and choir gave me something to concentrate on. I'm
sure she could tell that I liked the lessons, and I think she even liked me for
my enthusiasm, but I'll never be sure if she knew how much I liked HER. Far
more than a student should like his teacher, I think.

     Miss Yamada greeted us warmly as we filed in to the room and took our
places.  "Good morning, class.  For most of you, these next couple of classes
with me will be study sessions, since I'll be finding out where your vocal
ranges will place you in the class.  I'll be examining each of you individually
to spare anyone embarrassment, and if one of your voices changes, I'll be
working with you until we know what your adult voice will be.  Now, since I've
already met some of you, I'll work with you first, so that you can study while
I test the others."  She read off a list of about fifteen names, and I was on
that list.  She selected a couple of upperclassmen to keep order when she was
out of the room, and for the majority of us, the waiting began.

     While I waited, I was chatting with one of the guys whose name had also
been called, whose older brother had been in Yamada-sensei's class the year
before.  He had the most interesting and scandalous rumour about her class that
I had ever heard.  He told me that if a guy had a really exceptional voice,
that Yamada-sensei would 'reward' his efforts with very private, thorough
tutoring.  Some of it at odd hours of the night, or even at her home. He used
some vulgar hand signals for the sort of tutoring, making it perfectly clear
that he hoped he had what she considered an exceptional voice. The story seemed
impossible, since I'd met her before, and it seemed to me that she was very
focused on her teaching, just as excited about the teaching as the music. It
was nearly impossible to not listen, but completely impossible to believe, so I
treated it as a fantasy while his mouth ran on, and ignored him.

     After a while, he got called in by a student leaving Yamada-sensei's
office, and with a final nudge and lopsided grin, he went into the office. In
about 5 minutes, he was walking back into the room, rubbing his cheek, his face
a flaming red.  Muttering obscenities under his breath, he picked up his book
bag.  "She kicked me out of the class.  Said I'd be disruptive." He showed his
hall pass, which showed that he was supposed to go to the assistant principal's
office, and the infamous sealed envelope, a sure sign that he was being
punished for some serious breach of the school rules.  "By the way, Junta,
you're next."

     I won't say that I was completely calm when I went into the exam room,
since the loudmouth been shooting his face off about his dirty fantasies, and
like any other guy, I definitely wouldn't object to seeing a beautiful girl or
woman like that, but with Yamada-sensei, it was really a stretch. When I walked
into the room, she was hanging up the phone, and she looked more than a little
mad, so I just stood next to the piano.

     If you've taken a choir class, you know how the teacher has you sing
scales, so I won't really bore you with that.  What sticks in my mind was how
easily I was singing the scales.  After a while of watching Yamada-sensei play
the piano, I felt my concentration on the music just sort of CLICK. Right after
that, I started feeling a bit sweaty and warm, since the room was a little
small, and the heater must have kicked in for the school.  After a little
while, she was playing the notes close to the upper end of my normal vocal
range, where normally I'd be starting to strain a little, and I was singing it
as easily as if I were in the middle of my range. As she played higher and
higher notes, It only took a little effort to match the higher tones until I
was well up into the soprano range.  When my voice finally started straining a
little, she made a notation on her student file, then set it down.  The heat in
the room must have been getting to her a little, too, since she opened the top
couple of buttons on her blouse as she turned toward me.  "Junta, why haven't
you been singing in your full range?  So far, it seems to me like you've been
singing in the bottom part of your range, and it's a shame to not be doing your
best.  It shouldn't take much longer to finish mapping your range.  Shall we?"

     She hadn't waited for any answers, so I couldn't interrupt her with my own
surprise.  Instead, she turned back to the piano and started playing back down
to where we had started, and we continued...  Oddly enough, I didn't FEEL like
I was singing particularly deep, and as the notes went lower, I started
wondering what was happening.  I'd always envied the baritones and basses their
more resonant voices, especially the guys on the CDs I bought. As the notes I
was singing were getting lower and lower, I started feeling them resonate in my
chest, and started sweating even more. Yamada-sensei seemed to be feeling the
heat too, since she opened another button, and if she weren't paying so much
attention to hear for signs of straining in my voice, I'd have sworn that she
was letting me get a glimpse of cleavage.

-=-=-=-=-

      Yamada Yukiko took another deep breath, wondering why her life insisted
on becoming so... complicated.  She'd always loved singers, and had been
fortunate enough to have a good voice, so she was able to be one from the time
she entered high school.  Her passion for singers was soon joined by a passion
for teaching matched only by her talent at nurturing young voices.

     For several years now, she would pick out the most outstanding singer of
her class and give that student, male or female, special attention, to help
boost their confidence.  And nearly every time, it seemed that that confidence
would extend to more than the music, and enter the rest of the student's life.
With those students, she would often find herself becoming very intimate.
Nearly all of her favored students had been silent about the time she spent
with them, knowing how disastrous it would be if the relationship were
discovered.

     Less than ten minutes ago, she had been propositioned by the younger
brother of one of her special students, who had come home unexpectedly early
from a park one day and caught her and his brother in some most improper
behavior.  She had struck him, something she would never have considered doing
before, but his demand that she use her mouth on him unless she wanted her
reputation destroyed had simply infuriated her. While he had stumbled over his
trousers, she had phoned the assistant principal, and arranged for the child to
be expelled for behavior that would be extremely disruptive of school
discipline.

     No sooner than she had sent him out, vowing that THIS year there would be
no special student, then this apparently unremarkable boy had walked into her
office.  She'd heard him sing before, and while he was significantly better
than the average high school boy, his voice had been nothing special. Certainly
nothing close to equalling his nearly legendary shyness.  However, once she
started actually testing his range, he seemed to become a touch taller and more
confident.  Within a minute of his opening his mouth, she was sure that he'd
been concealing the best part of his ability.  Minutes later, when his voice
had plunged well into the bass range without breaking, she decided that he
would become her newest star pupil.

     Having decided, she stood and approached him.  "Junta, I want you to try
holding a note for as long as you can.  Show me how well you can sustain it."
As he took a deep breath, she reached out and touched him.  "Stand a little
straighter, Junta.  If you slouch, your voice can't come out."

-=-=-=-=-

     I'm not really sure what happened after that.  She stepped behind me and
wrapped her arms around me, pressing against my diaphragm to check how I was
supporting the notes I was singing.  I know I felt a bit surprised, then I
could feel her breasts pressing against my back as she pressed against my
diaphragm.  For just a moment I imagined that I could feel her nipples against
my shoulder blades, but before I could be sure, I could feel the muscles of my
stomach bunching up, forcing my breakfast up my throat.  I had to lunge for the
garbage can before I splattered all over the floor.  As I was hunched over the
can, sweating and shuddering from the strength of the convulsions, I could hear
Yamada-sensei talking to the nurse.  "Yes, I need you to send someone to escort
him to your office.  He's being violently ill."  She put her hand on my head,
then picked up the phone again, "He's sweating heavily, but he doesn't feel
feverish.  He'll be in my office until someone comes for him.  Goodbye."

     It didn't take long before I was escorted up to the nurse's office. Not
long after I arrived, the nurse came in to examine me.  Without even asking my
name, she felt my forehead, then stuck a thermometer in my mouth, checking it
after it beeped.  She told me that I had a fever of two degrees, before asking
about my medical history.  Once she heard out about my puking around beautiful
girls, she smiled.  "Oh, you must be Momonari Junta!  I've been looking forward
to helping you with your phobic reaction to arousal. But first, since you're
running a fever, I'm sending you home as soon as my assistant for this
afternoon shows up."  While she spoke, she took the band out of her hair,
relaxing a bit from her professional appearance.  If I hadn't already been
feeling ill, I probably would have been getting gulpy.

     A few minutes later, it seemed to me that my day was getting even more
confusing.  Tomoko knocked on the nurse's office door, and came in when the
nurse called her.  "Tomoko, I want you to escort this student home, and make
sure he's comfortable.  I'll inform your teachers that you're on an errand for
me, and that you're to be excused from the rest of today's homework
assignments.

_______________

     Saeki Emiko walked into the K2R coffeehouse, still feeling a touch
disconcerted over how suddenly her daughter had started showing adult interests
and desires.  While she ordered her lunch and drink, she heard a couple of the
waitresses gossiping over an odd thing that had happened the day before. It
seemed that some gaijin girl wearing a strange purple and white outfit had come
in with a local boy, then for some reason had shot him.  Even more amazing than
THAT was that the boy had laid on the floor for a while, then before the police
could arrive, had just gotten up and walked away, ignoring anything people said
to him.  Neither of the waitresses knew who it had happened to, but they both
knew that he was from right around the area.

     Her lunch had been delivered and she was taking a bite out of it when she
saw her daughter coming in with that nice Momonari boy, who was looking a bit
flushed.  Tomoko looked at least as flushed, talking quietly to him as they
moved to the last open table in the coffeehouse, sitting in the sunlight coming
in through the street window.

     Very soon, Emiko heard the waitresses gossiping again, that the boy who
had been shot the day before had just walked in, when one of the other
waitresses had come up to her table.  "Excuse me, ma'am, but we're running out
of available seating.  Would you mind sharing your table with this lady?"  The
other woman was tall, dressed in a businesslike suit, with a fairly dark
complexion, long, dark green hair, and red eyes.

     "Feel free."  Emiko waved toward the other seat at the table, and watched
the other woman seat herself, more folding gracefully into the seat than simply
sitting, such was her poise.

______

     Junta sat in a fog of slight confusion mixed with desire, provoked by what
Tomoko had said as they were walking away from the school.  When she had told
him that she had been crushed to have been going to sleep a virgin, he had felt
that odd tingle yet again, then told her to tell him more.  As they walked, he
had occasionally run his hand over the back of her skirt, causing her to blush
and squeal slightly, particularly when the tips of his fingers had stroked
softly up the back of one smooth thigh, rising briefly beneath her short school
uniform skirt until he could feel the edge of her panties.

     Blushing strongly, Tomoko had pushed his hand away, then taken a couple of
quick steps forward before turning to look back at him, a hopeful look in her
eyes.  "Junta, what sort of girl do you think I am?  I can't let just ANY boy
touch me like that!"

     With a slightly crooked grin, Junta stepped beside her, and whispered to
her, "I think you're the sort of tease that needs a spanking, Tomoko. Touching
your panties isn't enough for me, and I'm sure you know it.  I'll be seeing
them soon, won't I?  And after that, we'll just have to see what happens, won't
we?  It may even take us back to your place."  At that moment, the sign for the
K2R coffeehouse became visible, sparking a wonderfully wicked little scene in
Junta's mind.  "Let's get something to drink, and maybe something to eat, shall
we?"

     As they walked in, Junta noticed the booth in the window empty and went to
claim it as Tomoko stopped by the counter to let the waitress know that they
were there and taking that booth.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

     Karin had spent most of the night coming up with various options for how
to deal with the notorious Megaplayboy.  The best of those involved the
computer being wrong about the probability of Junta becoming a megaplayboy, but
most of them ended with her reporting to her boss, "... and once I got the new
DCM bullet from you, I shot him with it, and everything's all fine now. Now I
can buy my sweet, sweet, home and pet, and find a good husband..."

     Unfortunately, all of her plans required her to keep a close eye on the
playboy, so since he had lost the original tracker when he threw away his
bloody shirt, from the time the sun came up, she had had to wait outside his
home, and when he came out for school, looking exhausted and pathetic, instead
of putting the tracer on his shirt, like before, she tagged his shoes, figuring
that it would take a lot more to force a person to abandon their shoes than a
shirt, especially in such nice warm weather.  It would have worked pretty much
to plan, except that for some stupid reason, when he got to school, he had
taken off his shoes and put them in a locker, sending a deafening clang up to
where Karin was listening to the microphone on the standard tracking bullet.
After that, her day had become one of near constant panic, as scenes of Junta
deciding to suddenly make use of being a megaplayboy to seduce any and every
girl and woman in the school before he came out ran through her head.  Not only
that, but the way that one girl had looked at him as he walked by, after she
had obviously been waiting for him was adding to Karin's worries.

     She was almost to the point of jumping down and going into the school
building itself when she heard that stupid locker open up again, and Junta's
voice grumbling about getting sent home for being sick.  She could hear a
girl's voice talking to Junta, but he seemed pretty out of it as he put on his
shoes, pretty much ending the usefulness of the microphone.  When they came
outside, however, Karin received another nasty shock.  The girl walking with
Junta was the same girl who had been waiting for him at the school gates
earlier.  Her helmet's microphone could pick up what she was saying, and almost
the first thing that she said shot down Karin's most optimistic plans of the
computer being wrong.  That was when she first saw something, she wasn't sure
what it was.  Junta was walking through the shadow of a fairly young tree, and
the sunlight seemed to glitter around him.  She wasn't exactly sure, but right
after that, he started walking taller, and saying things to that girl Tomoko
that just sounded so sexy and natural, without being obscene. That it didn't
seem obscene was even scarier to Karin than the sexiness of what he was saying.
To Karin, it meant that somehow Junta was far more dangerous than the computer
had said.  He wasn't just fertile, good looking and confident, he was SMOOTH.
For the next several minutes, she followed, keeping watch, but afraid to get
close, until they went into that same coffeehouse where she had shot him with
the DCM bullet that she had been given.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

     Sugashita Ryuuji watched Tomoko and that bastard Junta walk by on the
other side of the street toward Tomoko's favorit coffeehouse.  As he turned to
watch them, his jacket bound up on the shoulder that Junta had dislocated with
his unbelievably lucky throw, causing the pain to flood through him, feeding
his righteous fury.  How DARE that pathetic excuse for a human being defy him,
his hard earned skill, and the natural physical superiority that his DNA had
gifted him with!  And how dare TOMOKO give her mouth to that inferior little
worm when she should have been giving HIM pleasure with it!

     Seething in fury, he brought the newspaper up closer to his face to more
effectively conceal himself as he watched Junta sit down, then stop Tomoko from
sitting across from him.  What happened next only fed his fury as he watched
Tomoko shuffle her feet in apparent reluctance, then start lifting the front of
her skirt as she faced Junta, showing him her panties. When Junta started
running his hand up the inside of her thigh, starting low and working his way
upward, Ryuuji started to shove himself away from the table, only to cry out in
pain as his shoulder flashed into explosive agony.  Forcing himself to sit back
down, he reminded himself of his injury, and that he hadn't brought the
policeman's stolen gun with him, so he wouldn't be able to kill Junta from the
sort of distance that would keep his injury from being a handicap.  Instead, he
sat, making himself watch as Junta's hand moved up to the top of Tomoko's
thighs and slowly stroked there as she closed her eyes and let her head fall
back, mouth opening.  With a curse, he stood, turned down the street, and
stormed away, always keeping an eye open for the local patrol officers.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

     Saeki Emiko dropped her cup of coffee as she watched that nice shy Junta
run his fingers up the inside of her daughter's thigh after she had lifted her
skirt for him.  Remembering what she had heard Tomoko moaning in the shower,
she realized that she shouldn't have been so surprised, but it just seemed so
strange to watch as he brought his other hand up the side of Tomoko's leg until
she gasped ecstatically.  Watching as his fingers vanished beneath the short
school skirt, Emiko squirmed as memories of being touched the same way, only in
private, brought themselves back to light.  The woman beside her didn't seem
unaffected either, judging by the quiet, ragged gasp she gave as Tomoko gave a
squeal that silenced the rest of the room and moved her feet apart.

     The words "Give the panties to me, Tomoko." seemed to echo around the room
in the silence following Tomoko's squeal.  Everyone turned with greater or
lesser degrees of subtlety to look, the few men there looking in open envy, the
reactions of the women ranging from wide-eyed surprise to disgust, to in a few
cases, undisguised desire.

-=-=-=-

     Tomoko tried pressing more firmly against Junta's fingers, shifting her
feet a little further apart and pressing her thighs against the edge of the
table as Junta's fingers went from rubbing her through the wet fabric of her
panties to touching her directly, having pulled the crotch aside.  Two of them
were massaging her sensitive lips, spreading them slightly for the third, which
was pressing upward with the massaging motion, each stroke bringing it further
and further within her.  When the motion stopped, she tried to move herself
against the fingers that were suddenly so very still against her yearning
flesh.  As she started to try rubbing against those hot fingers, the hand on
her bottom began squeezing more and more firmly, pulling her hips forward,
driving her thighs hard against the edge of the table, until she squeaked in
surprised pain.  Opening her eyes wide, she looked at Junta, not surprised to
see that his eyes were already locked with hers.  His lips were moving, but the
feelings between her legs kept her from listening as she tried to trap his
fingers against her with her thighs.

     With her legs pressing together, she could feel with exquisite detail
Junta's finger withdrawing from her, pulling more wetness from within her to
soak her trembling thighs.  "Are you listening to me, Tomoko?"  Trying to
concentrate on the feelings he was giving her, she nodded.  "Then give me your
panties.  Now."

     The way he said that made her feel a sudden lurch in her heartbeat.  He
couldn't mean...?  "Here?  Now?"

     Junta looked around the coffeehouse, meeting the eyes of several of the
patrons, guaging how they'd likely react to her pulling her panties down in
front of them.  Looking past Tomoko's arm, he met the eyes of her mother, and
smiled at the almost glazed look of mixed shock, embarrassment, and what looked
like anticipation as he considered what to say to her daughter. Something
clicked inside him, and his smile widened.  "You have a choice, Tomoko.  You
can either give me JUST your panties right here and now, in front of all these
people, or if you want to preserve SOME of your modesty, you can go to the
toilet, but when you come back, you have to give me not just your panties, but
your bra, as well.  And we'll leave your school jacket with your mother over
there."  He relaxed the grip he had on her buttock, and began stroking her
bottom, pushing softly downward on the taut fabric of her panties until they
started tugging at her hips, knowing that the way her skirt was moving over his
hand, her mother would be imagining what his fingers might be doing.  He
lowered his other hand from against her crotch, stroking her inner thigh yet
again, showing the wetness on his fingers to anyone who cared to observe.
Tomoko shuddered as the fingers descended, letting cooler air touch her
intimately.  "Well?  Which will it be?  Or should I just stop?"

-=-=-=-=-

     Karin watched from a slight distance down an alley next to her 'cycle as
Junta began to bring his hand down from between Tomoko's thighs and Tomoko
suddenly started shaking her head.  Maybe his megaplayboy powers were failing
him!  Maybe the medicine only temporarily made him stronger before it went to
work?  Tomoko had turned, and was walking away from the table. She had better
act fast, before his powers started working again.  The most important thing
would be to get him isolated from all these women who would be vulnerable to
his powers because they didn't know about the threat he posed.  Karin drew her
gun, knowing how threatening it would make her to Japanese people of this time.
A good intimidating entrance, and she'd be three quarters of the way to getting
Junta away from his victims.  With gun in hand and helmet back, she rushed into
the street and across it, barging through the open door of the coffeehouse,
turning herself to point her gun at... the most handsome, faithul, gentle man
in the world, who even seemed to glitter romantically in the dappled shadows of
the leaves that fell like a iridescent mantle of glory around him. She had to
get him away from all these other women, so she could... so she could... Just
the thought of what she'd be able to do with him was so exciting that she had
to hug herself, and after she tripped mentally over the first thing to say to
him three times while inhaling, all she could do was point her gun at him and
squeal.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

     Tomoko had just walked away from me, blushing madly at my demands as she
passed her mother when the manager of the coffeehouse started walking over to
my table, quite obviously furious, and probably intending to not only throw me
out for making requests that Tomoko was obviously willing to grant, but to
forbid me from ever coming back, when the same girl I had seen in my dreams
came running in, dressed exactly like I had dreamed her, the purple body suit
and cape, as well as the breastplate of white ceramic.  The manager turned to
look at her, and as soon as she saw that odd gun, ran back to the office,
probably to call the police.

     The girl was even more beautiful than I remembered from the dream, her
eyes wide, her face flushed with the cutest blush of red.  It seemed to take
her a couple moments to catch her breath, and maybe she was as flustered as I
was, because the first sound out of her mouth was a high squeal that made her
sound like somebody had grabbed her unexpectedly.  At that moment, if I had
actually seen a person touching her, I'm sure I would have hit him as hard as I
could.  She only had a gun and armor, how was she supposed to protect herself
from minor indignities in a world she didn't seem to know?

     When she did speak, it seemed to tug at my heart, the way her eyes were
shimmering with emotion, and her cute voice saying  "I... I need you... I need
you to come with me.  These women are so dangerous to you.  Please, it's
important that you go out with me."  I wanted to stay and continue what I was
doing with Tomoko, but this girl seemed so convinced of what she was saying
that I nodded, hoping that she'd put the gun away before the police arrived
with real guns and she got into trouble for her costume. When I nodded, she
grabbed my arm and started pulling me out of the coffeehouse.  She hadn't put
the gun away as she pulled me away from there, and I'm sure that almost
everyone was watching her apparently kidnap me at gunpoint.

-=-=-=-=-=-

     Saeki Emiko blinked, then blinked again, carefully, as though to reassure
herself that her eyes still worked, and hadn't been deceiving her. Her
daughter, who just that morning she had discovered had the same sort of
reaction to demanding men that she did, had walked into a coffeehouse during
school hours with a young man, who promptly proceeded to make a very public
spectacle of them by having her beautiful daughter lift her short skirt so he
could start touching her intimately in public.  What she had heard from that
table still had her heart pounding hard in sympathetic arousal after her
daughter had walked past her, blushing as hard as Emiko had ever seen. She had
decided to spend not just her afternoon, but well into the evening away from
home, in order to leave the young lovers alone for as long as possible when the
girl in the ridiculous purple and white outfit came in waving a gun around, and
apparently kidnapped the boy that Tomoko wanted so very badly. She turned to
the woman sitting across from her at the table, who was a complete stranger to
her, and asked, "Did you see what I just saw?"

     The stranger, herself blushing a bit at what she had seen, took a shaky
sip from her dark tea, then said, "If what you saw was a young man being
kidnapped by a strange girl waving a gun after taking amazing liberties with
another girl in public, I saw what you did."  Honestly, she could have named
all three of the people involved, given their birthdates, their blood types,
their favorite foods, and many other things about them, but she found it
politer to not shock the mother of the girl who was being stroked so
shamelessly in public by Junta.  Besides that, Tomoko was coming back from the
bathroom, blushing madly as she carried a small package of silky cloth in one
hand and her jacket in the other, her loose school shirt failing to hide the
erectness of her nipples.  In about three more seconds, she would notice...

     Tomoko stopped suddenly, seeing the empty table where Junta had sat and
made those sexy, undeniable demands of her in public.  Looking around quickly,
she saw her mother sitting beside a stranger.  The other woman was looking
directly at her, as though waiting for her to speak.  "Mother, where's Junta?
He was just here."

     Emiko looked at her daughter, shaking her head gently.  "Some girl came in
with a gun and pulled him away from here, saying something about all these
women being dangerous to him.  Let's go home. I think you're going to need to
tell me a few more things than we talked about before."

     Almost immediately, the manager of the coffeehouse came running up, waving
a slip of paper in her hand.  Looking around, she made a disgusted sound, then
seeing Tomoko, asked, "Where did that girl go?"

     "Which girl?"

     "The one that was pointing a gun at your boyfriend, of course!  Because of
her, I had to get a window replaced by an emergency glasswork firm.  Do you
have any idea what they charge?  If I can find her, I'll give HER the bill!

     The stranger who had been sitting by Emiko reached out, and with complete
self assurance, picked the bill from the manager's fingers and looked at it.
"You won't find her, she's not from around here.  Her accent was strange,
sounds like it could be from near Okayama.  Will cash be good, or would you
like me to arrange a bank transfer?"

     The manager looked at the stranger, wondering why she was making this
extraordinary offer, then shrugged.  "Cash is always good, Miss...?"

     "Meiou Setsuna.  One moment, and I'll pay you.  In return for this favor,
I'd like one favor in return."  Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a thick
stack of high denomination bills, knowing that with them in her hands, she had
the manager's complete and undivided attention.

     Seeing an amount of money sufficient to buy not only a car, but to pay the
various fees and taxes for one for a considerable amount of time, in a generous
customer's hand was almost hypnotic in the way it grabbed her attention.  "What
would it be?"  So long as it didn't involve public nudity, she'd give that
favor some VERY serious consideration.

     Setsuna smiled, knowing that the manager had seriously marked up the price
of the replacement window to penalize Karin, and keep her from wanting to come
back.  Setsuna understood Karin, far better than the vastest majority of people
in this time could.  She had a duty and a mission for her world and future, and
she couldn't let anything get in her way.  It was sad that the mission that
could have most benefitted her time was one that would negatively impact the
nobility of Crystal Tokyo, as well as so many others. "The favor I want is
this.  The boy that was taken away by the girl with the cape and gun? Let him
keep coming in here, and unless it looks like someone's going to get hurt, just
leave him to the waitresses."

     The manager's eyes eyes looked like they might push out of their sockets,
they were so wide.  "Anything else, like giving him a set of keys for the doors
and safes?"

     Setsuna folded the entire wad of bills to a thick roll, and putting it in
the manager's hand, nodded once.  "You may want to make the private tea room
available to him on occasion.  Some of the things that start here might get a
little outrageous."  Setsuna closed her eyes at an image that appeared there,
in the not too distant future.  Junta and a girl in a very tight red dress with
a very short skirt and short hair.  The scene didn't have the immediacy of an
event that would be personally witnessed, but it WOULD happen.

     Minds gently crumbling, Emiko, Tomoko and the manager watched Setsuna walk
to the cashier's station and pay for her meal before going to the door. "And in
case you were wondering how I know some of the things I said, I can see the
future, because I've been there."  Setsuna walked away, smiling in a way that
almost nobody ever saw.  It was just so liberating to occasionally tell people
parts of what would be happening.  And telling them HOW she did it was the
perfect capper to the joke.  They'd never believe it because it fell too far
outside the world they'd let themselves experience.  Who was it, she wondered,
who said that the best lie was the truth told unconvincingly? It had been said
even back in the Moon Kingdom, and was almost as true then.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

     For Junta, the next twenty minutes were a balancing act not simply of
confusion, desire and sympathy, but also a physical one, given that he was
riding on the back of a flying motorcycle behind a super-cute girl who said she
had hurt her neck sleeping in a chair while thinking about the problem of what
to do with him.  The fact that when she mentioned having to do something with
him caused her to blush profusely, then shake her head, and only cause herself
more pain, which  made him want to ease that pain, as well as touch her in the
sort of ways that cause girls to blush just thinking about them.

     When she told him that she had to get him someplace isolated to protect
him from the women around him, he shrugged, then directed her toward a certain
mountain, where his family sometimes went on vacation to hike near a small hot
spring.  It normally meant a hike of a couple hours from the small resort
further down the mountain, but the view, as well as the camping were well worth
it.  With the flying motorcycle, Junta figured he could lead her right to the
area.  Besides, a long hot soak would do his own aching body a world of good.

     It wasn't much of a surprise to Junta that even after flying for nearly
sixty kilometers at low altitude, landing through the trees nearly scared him
witless, with pictures of being impaled by branches flashing by in his mind far
quicker than the leaves on the trees were passing by him as Karin landed the
cycle.  But WAS a surprise to him was the way she turned and looked at him
after they got off the cycle.  It was as though she were scared, not of him,
but of something else, so Junta took the lead in the conversation.  "I've been
camping up here lots of times, and there's nothing around that'll even approach
people, so do you really need the armor, or the gun?"

     Karin blushed, then shook her head quickly, even as she started reaching
for the control to deflate the helmet, then under her left arm to open the
release for her body armor.  She could hardly believe her own thoughts on the
matter, but it seemed that the Megaplayboy liked HER, and if that was what it
would take to keep him away from the women of this time, she was sure that her
boss would agree that it was the safest thing to do, especially since her
contraceptive implant was up to date, even though she hadn't needed it yet. She
turned back toward Junta, rubbing at the small of her back as she asked, "So
where's this little hot spring?"

-=-=-=-=-=-

     It didn't take long for us to walk to the spring, and she fit neatly
against my side when I draped my arm over her shoulder.  I'm not quite sure why
I did that, but when I did, she first seemed to stiffen for just a second, then
relax against me.  When we got to the spot where my family always stripped down
for the hot spring and stopped to start taking off my school jacket and shirt,
she gave me a strange look.

     "Are you thinking of doing something perverted with me, Junta?"  She was
giving me a hard look, as though she were regretting leaving her pistol at the
cycle.  "Because if you are, I'm gonna hit you SO hard..."  She stamped one
foot against the ground, obviously intending to show that her mind was
unchangeable on the subject, but instead drawing attention to her chest when
the stomping caused her to breasts to jiggle.  It was all I could do to not
blatantly let my eyes drift downward and stare.

     "Is Japan so different in the future that people bathe with their clothes
on?  This is where my mom showed me to get undressed for this spring, or our
clothes might get wet if there's any water splashed around by the people in the
pool.  And besides, you get so much colder in wet clothes."  It didn't seem to
make any sense.  It's not as though she were likely to be shy about her looks,
with the way her outfit clung to every part of her.

     She seemed to think for a moment, then turned her back toward me. "Okay,
but just don't watch me undress."  I turned most of the way away, but somehow I
just couldn't seem to look fully away from her as she first pulled her boots
off, then started working the bottom of her purple bodysuit off, revealing a
pair of light blue panties, just a shade lighter than her own hair, that had
ridden up on her a bit, giving a perfect view of her cheeks until she reached
behind herself with both hands to adjust them.  About that time, she started
turning toward me, so I quickly turned all the way away from her and began
quickly undressing myself, sure that she would notice how much longer it was
taking me, and know that I'd been watching her.

     Right after I took the last of my clothes off and stacked them on a rock
nearby, she tapped me on the shoulder.  "So, Mr. Megaplayboy Junta, lead on."

      It sounded to me like she was hurting, and when I looked at her, she was
rubbing the small of her back again, and wincing.  I reached down to where she
was rubbing, and before she could push my hand away, she gave an involuntary
gasp and shudder.  I ran my fingers up on either side of her backbone, just
knowing that in addition to her neck being sore, the muscles of her back must
have been all knotted up from driving that cycle.  My thumb rubbed in a circle
above her panties, just off to one side, and she seemed to nearly melt in
sudden relief from a small pain.

     In a few seconds we got to the hot spring, and I helped her find a
comfortable spot before I climbed in across the small spring from her, and
decided that my sudden lack of allergy to pretty girls could only be considered
to be a blessing from Kami-sama.  For the longest time I'd prayed that I could
become a lady's man, that I wouldn't be so nervous around women, so that
finally my friends would stop teasing me, and I could feel some of the things
they had been so cruel to describe to me.  And now it seemed that my prayers
were being answered.  Karin seemed relieved that I hadn't sat right next to
her, and I was happy she was sitting in the place where I always used to sit.
At that spot, the rocks had been pushed around, and in some cases, actually
worked to form a seat with a sloped back. As I looked at her, she lay back as
far as she could, immersing herself until the only part of her above the water
was her head.

     We started talking, and a lot of what she told me sounded so familiar, it
was like I had heard it before.  When I mentioned that, she said it was because
she had told me all this yesterday, during the part of the day I couldn't seem
to remember up til then, but as she started telling me about it, I started to
get some hazy memories.  It still seemed incredible to me, but there were too
many things about her that supported what she said.  Not the least of which was
the way she seemed oddly innocent of everyday things around us.  Occasionally
she'd sigh, or make some other contented noise as the hot waters of the spring
loosened up muscles that she hadn't known were tight and knotted from the way
she said she had slept.  Eventually, I slid closer to her, and asked what
seemed like one of the obvious questions at the moment, "Want me to rub your
feet?  I'm told it really helps, for some reason."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

     Karin looked at the megaplayboy, wondering why he seemed so different from
some of the ways she had seen him portrayed in videos and movies.  In those, he
seemed to stalk some girl and trap her before assaulting her.  In person he was
so concerned about how people felt.  She lifted up first one foot, then the
other, and dropped them across his lap, silently letting him know that his
doing that would be ok.  Within a minute, his fingers were stroking and
pressing the bottoms of her feet, and her feet had cast their vote that while
he might not be trained like a therapist back home, he really knew how to find
a sore spot and relieve it.  She lay back against the stone of the spring and
let his fingers work their magic on her feet and lower legs. Maybe she had been
sent back well before he started acting like he did in the documentaries about
him?  But the way he was treating that one girl...  She didn't know what to
think.  Here she was, nearly naked with him in an isolated place, and he wasn't
jumping on her! When he asked her something, she made an agreeable noise, not
wanting to even have to ask him to repeat himself, and when he put her feet
down, she opened her eyes and looked at him.  "Why are you stopping?  That felt
nice."

     "I asked if you wanted a full rubdown, and you said you didn't mind. I'll
be back in a minute or so.  I've gotta get something from your cycle."

     Quickly, he climbed out of the spring, turning away from her before she
could accuse him of displaying himself, and she wasn't sure if that was
entirely a good thing.  While he walked away, she thought about a full rubdown
from him, and felt her heartbeat quicken.  She didn't know if it was too soon,
or too long a time before he came back to the spring with her cape draped over
one arm, but the fact that she was looking at the naked body of a megaplayboy
who wanted to give her a rubdown was enough to make her blush, especially when
she could see that he seemed to be getting... excited.  Her eyes couldn't seem
to look away from below his belly when he set her cape down, and started
stepping back into the spring.  He was close enough to touch, and she had
actually started sitting up, she didn't know if it was to touch him, or to move
away, when he sat back down in the water, hiding himself from her involuntary
fascination.

     When Junta moved close to her, she sat up suddenly, but when she started
moving away, he laid a hand on her shoulder.  "Before the rubdown, I want you
to be as relaxed as possible.  Let me?"  The way his thumb was gently rubbing
at the back or her neck convinced her to not slap him.  "I need to sit behind
you now, Karin.  That way I can work on your neck and shoulders.  OK?"  She
nodded, and let him move behind her, suddenly very conscious of how isolated
they were, as well as how very little she was wearing.  When he sat down, and
pulled her back to sit between his thighs, she nearly bolted, but his hands on
her shoulders started rubbing, gently pulling her back closer to him, and
making her sit.

     For a while, the only thoughts in Karin's mind were of relaxation and how
good those fingers felt kneading her shoulders, stroking her neck, and working
their way up to her scalp.  Eventually, he had her lean forward so he could
start working his way down her back, and to her surprise, she found herself
pressing her bottom back into his crotch, and didn't feel what she had fully
expected to have pressing back against her.  She didn't have time to come up
with a polite reason to ask why before he gently pushed her off of him and
stood up, then steadied her as he pulled her to her feet.

     While he climbed out of the spring and spread out her cape, Karin stepped
out herself, watching him move.  He literally moved like an entirely different
person than she had dosed the day before.  Somehow, every move of his seemed
smoother, better balanced, and utterly confident.  When he gestured to lie down
on the cape, she did, arranging herself comfortably on her belly, relaxed
enough from the soak in the hot spring, that despite her confusion about him,
she closed her eyes to just revel in the feeling of bone deep relaxation.

     Junta started at her scalp again, working down to her neck and shoulders.
Then, starting at the tips of her fingers and working up, he made sure that
every major muscle in her arms was worked on, then went on down her back,
firmly where it seemed appropriate, and stroking gently over her lower back,
until he came to her waist, where he stopped just above the line made by her
panties, and moved to her feet.

     For Karin, it felt so much like the massages her masseuse had given her
that it was uncanny, except for the fact that Junta's fingers were stronger,
touching deeper knots than she had known she had.  Maybe when she got home, and
after she had had her adulthood operation, she would start visiting masseures
instead.  It just made a world of difference, being touched by the stronger
fingers of a man.  When Junta massaged her back, he somehow seemed to know how
far he could go without making her too nervous.  When he jumped down past her
bottom and legs to begin rubbing her feet again, she sighed at how different it
felt than before, then as he began working up her calves, it just seemed
natural that her feet fall to either side of him.

     At her knees, his fingers seemed as gentle as any girl that had ever
massaged her, and when he moved up the back of her thighs, each centimeter
pushed her closer and closer to a nirvana of utter relaxation.  Not one place
on her upper legs that he could reach went untouched, and the softness with
which he stroked the soft skin of her inner thighs was sheer bliss.

     As his fingers started on her buttocks, her heart started pounding. Surely
this would be the moment when his megaplayboy instincts would make him take
advantage of her.  His hands were firm and his fingers strong on her as he
started stroking her bottom, and she waited, keenly aware of how close his
fingers were to her.  All he would have to do is tug the crotch of her panties
to the side, like he had done to that other girl, and she would be helpless to
stop him if his instincts demanded he satisfy his lusts on her.  That sort of
thought stayed with her for what seemed like the longest several minutes of her
life, then she noticed something odd.  He was only massaging those parts of her
that weren't covered, and had even tugged on the cloth to give the most modest
coverage possible for her.  "Why aren't you massaging it all?"  The question
slipped out before she could think to stop it.

     Junta smiled a moment above her.  It wasn't so much the question as the
tone of voice she asked it in, as though she were disappointed somehow.
"Because you're wearing panties.  You keep accusing me of wanting to do
something perverted to you, so I don't want to get you mad at me."  As he said
that, he ran his fingers down her thighs, his thumbs slipping across the smooth
skin as though it were warm silk.

     Karin wriggled against his touch on her thighs, "Why not massage through
them?  Hmmm?  I wouldn't mind."  Her heart hammered at what she had just said.
'He's JUNTA, the MEGAPLAYBOY!  What are you saying to him?!' her conscience
screamed in her ear.

     "You've had massages before, haven't you?"  His fingers had moved back up,
and were stroking her bottom, his thumbs right at the edges of the panties as
his fingers gripped her hips, gently pulling as he moved his hands down to her
legs.  "What did the masseuse tell you the first time?" He didn't know, but the
books he had seen about massage had all said that a good massage couldn't be
given through clothes.

     "She said that trying to massage through cloth was like trying to fly a
cycle by remote control.  It can be done, but it's impossible to do well." For
a moment, she hesitated, then the feel of his thumbs massaging her cheeks made
her decision easy.  "I'll take them off."  As she said that, her conscience was
screaming its head off in her ear.

     As she reached behind herself to push the panties off, but her hand was
caught, and put gently at the small of her back.  Junta leaned forward over
her, to whisper over her shoulder, "No.  I want them."  For a moment, she felt
small and vulnerable, trapped beneath him, but when he asked, "Will you let
me?", she couldn't seem to resist the temptation, and she nodded. Her heart was
pounding even harder than before as he kept one of her hands trapped at her
back and leaned over her.

     When he moved back from over her, her heart stopped racing quite so fast,
and her conscience gave one last effort to convince her to flee from his power.
'He's THE megaplayboy!  Don't you remember?  He's the one that NONE of the
women wanted hurt!  Women HID him when the price was put on his head! What the
hell are you doing, letting HIM take your panties?' That thought touched off a
moment of exquisite terror when Junta's finger caught in the back of her
panties, and began pulling them down.  'Doctor Mori made my implant change
appointment for three months after I get back!  Right now, I'm one of the only
women SAFE from him!'  With that, her conscience shrugged its shoulders and
turned away, having done everything it could to keep Karin from making a big
mistake.

     Junta's finger hooked in the back of her panties and pulled downward while
his other hand released hers, and for just a moment, held her hips down as the
panty first stretched, showing more and more of her, then a seam gave way on
the side.  Karin's heart raced at the sound, and the tugging of the cloth
against her before it tore.  Once it tore, he let go of her while his hands
went to her hips and lifted her, pulling her back until she was presented to
him, her legs kept spread by his legs between hers, and she brought her arms in
front of her to push herself off the ground when one of his hands let go, and
tugged her panties off to one side, until they fell down her thigh.  "You're
beautiful.  Now hold still.  I've always wanted to try this."

     With that, she felt one of his hands come around the front of her legs,
and instead of his getting up on his knees to take advantage of her, she felt
him press his slightly stubbled cheek against her bottom, and heard him inhale
strongly, then he backed away from her, letting her lay back down on her cape.
His hands both moved to her bottom, and almost incredibly, began massaging her
again, this time moving fully on her bottom, the strong fingers gentle as they
worked on her, going up past her hips, then working back down to mid-thigh,
stroking places here and there as she began to move slightly under his touch.
It seemed like a sensual eternity as he massaged her legs and bottom, his
fingers never quite moving to her center, but often moving close enough that
she was beginning to feel as though the weather were becoming even warmer,
bathing her in a gentle steam heat that was concentrating between her legs.

     Too soon, he began moving up her body, his hands soothing aches and pains
that she hadn't noticed, except as part of her full body ache.  His hands moved
along her spine, his thumbs stroking into the muscles, then moving inevitably
up to the next vertebrae and rib.  As he bent over her, her legs spread around
his knees, and she could feel the heat of him above her as he moved upward.
The feeling of heat, and weight waiting to fall onto her made her feel oddly
content, as though sheltered as he worked around her shoulderblades and neck.

     Eventually, she felt him stop and move away from her, and curious, she
looked back at him over her shoulder, her own raised hips keeping him hidden.
"Why are you stopping?"

     "Because we're only half done.  Turn over, and now I'll do your front."
Saying that, he patted her bottom, and moved back a little further. "Remember?
You wanted me to give you a full massage?"  The twinkle in his eye promised
more than just a massage, if she wanted it, and when she looked down, her eyes
locked on his erection, fascinated beyond reason by its appearance. She nodded,
and without fully realizing that she was doing it, turned over and lay back on
her cape.

     Junta moved back a bit further, giving her room to lay back down before he
knelt next to her.  "How do you want it?  From the feet up?  Or working down
from your head?"

     "Mmmmm, start at the feet, please."  Karin's tone even surprised her, but
she had found that that way felt best for her.  Junta started at her feet
again, rubbing them gently for a short time, then began moving up her legs,
gently rubbing her ankles, and stroking her calves again, his hands feeling hot
on her, even though she felt as though she were feverish.

     Somehow it seemed natural for him to set her feet to the outside of his
knees as he moved up her legs, and as fascinated with the sight of his erection
as she had been, he wouldn't let her sit up to look at him again. Instead, the
one time she started pushing herself up on her elbows, he had taken her hands
in his and laid them back down on the cloth of her cape, a little off to the
sides of her body.  He then put his hands on her knees, working slowly upward
along her inner thighs, then more rapidly down her flanks, each touch
incrementally rebuilding the steamy feeling she had felt as his hands had
lingered on her bottom, then surpassing it slowly in intensity until the
feeling started to become insistent, even urgent.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

     I couldn't believe how I felt, rubbing her thighs like that, moving ever
so slowly up toward her crotch, then down more quickly on the outside of her
legs.  When I looked up her body, now dry from the cape and the air, I could
see her pubic hair, dry on her belly, but on her lips, the light hairs
glistened with moisture.  As I moved my hands further up her thighs, I had
moved closer, and her legs were spread.  Finally, my fingers could feel that
moisture, and she gasped, her breasts heaving from the sudden intake of breath,
and I could see that her nipples were obviously erect.  Her face was flushed
with excitement, and as my hands moved back down her thighs, she seemed to give
a little whimper as she exhaled, and as my fingers rose again, I could hear her
say "Please.  Ohh..."

     Something inside me demanded it, so when she said that, I let my hands
drift to a stop as soon as I could feel the first moisture high on her thighs,
my thumbs stroking in little circles.   "Please what?  What do you want me to
do?"

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

     Karin's world had been narrowing to the sensual feelings from the massage
she was getting from Junta, so when he stopped, and asked her what she wanted,
it seemed right somehow to say "Touch me THERE, Junta.  I want to feel your
fingers there."  Her heels dug into the ground off the end of the cape, and she
pulled herself a little closer to him, the feel of his knees pressing against
the insides of her thighs in itself exciting, and a little frightening.  In a
moment, his fingers had startd moving again, and with a moan, she settled back
as finally his fingers started stroking the very tops of her thighs, the tips
of his thumbs just touching her lips, pressing gently, then sliding upward,
parting her lips, then moving not down her thighs, as he'd been doing for so
long, but to her hips, pulling her even closer to him, her legs naturally
spreading around his.  With a curious hand, she reached down, and finding his
thigh, followed it to his shaft, which twitched against the back of her hand,
the heat of it amazing as her hand turned, and her fingertips started exploring
him.  Looking up into his eyes, she asked, "Now?"

     Junta swallowed hard, suppressing the urge to wrap her hand around him and
teach her, and shook his head.  "Soon.  Don't you want me to finish the
massage?"  His eyes moved down to her breasts, his head moving down and forward
toward them as well, as his hands moved again, on to between her thighs, the
other moving up past her belly to rest warmly on the ribs beneath her breasts.

     Karin shuddered softly as the hand between her legs spread her lips and
began rubbing in gentle circles, following the slight motions of her hips that
she couldn't control if she had wanted to.  "Yes, I want you to... ohh.. skip
the massage."  He had leaned forward, spreading her legs a little more, as his
breath started hitting her nipple.  Too soon, his other hand moved up to join
the one on her ribs and both began stroking the sides of her ribs before moving
around, working closer to her breasts.  When she looked up at Junta, his eyes
were dark and intense, holding her with a piercing, hungry stare.  Once their
eyes met, his head lowered, and before she could protest, his lips were against
hers, and they were kissing.

     Karen had kissed before, and even french kissed a few times with some of
her girlfriends who were thinking of trying for the Lesbian Economic Incentive
programs, but never with a man.  Now, for the first time, the tongue pushing
into her mouth was that of a man, and somehow it made all the difference in the
world.  Her eyes closed, and without thinking, she brought one hand up to his
head to hold him close as her tongue began an eager duel with his.  As their
tongues tangled, his hands moved that short distance closer, and stopped
teasing her, instead running over her breasts, warming them with their combined
body heat, and the delightful friction of skin pressing gently against yielding
skin.

     When his fingers moved over her nipples, it seemed as though little
lightning bolts struck her, and leaving trails of heightened awareness, bounced
around inside her, making her even more aware of every place she was touching
Junta, and ultimately aware of the most sensitive spot where he wasn't touching
her.  Against her thigh, she could feel his pulse where his burning hot
maleness rubbed against her, and it seemed to be racing at least as fast and
powerfully as her own. Her other hand, which had been stroking Junta's back,
moved around and touched it, first with just the tips of her fingers, then
again gripping him.  Soon afterwards, she could feel him moving downward, first
breaking their kiss, then capturing one nipple between his lips, sucking at it
gently, then tugging on it, and licking as well, before moving to the others
side, and repeating what he was doing. One of his hands started stroking her
belly, moving down to where she was exploring him, and the other moved to the
breast his mouth was neglecting, making her feel like there was more than one
person touching her.

     The feelings from what he was doing were starting to drive her out of her
mind when he moved back and caught her wrists in his hands, then gently pushed
them up above and behind her head, one hand holding them there as the other
moved down, brushing her hair out of her eyes before moving further down,
stopping for long moments at her breasts, squeezing them, then stimulating her
nipples before moving further downward.  At the moment, Karin's thoughts were
racing in confused circles, 'Oh god, I'm gonna... HE'S gonna!  I can't do this!
I'll die if he doesn't...  JUST LIKE THAT, Junta!  What's he doing with that
hand?  Why is he... Oh, God, he's lifting me up for him... He's a megaplayboy!
That's so hot... I can't get my hands free, he's not going to let me get away
from him... Oh god, why do I feel so good about that?  We're all alone, even if
I screamed, I couldn't be helped.  Why isn't he touching me down there?  Oh my
lord, he's spreading my legs more, here it comes!'  Even deeper inside her, a
smaller voice was quietly saying 'It's just like I dreamed it would be.  He's
so forceful, but so gentle!  If only I could take him forward with me...'

     Meanwhile, the rest of her mind was in a frantic swirl of panic and
arousal, her body torn between throwing her hips up against him to hurry the
pleasure and scrambling away from him, but with her hands held behind her head,
and her legs spread wide to either side of him, she couldn't get away when he
nudged that last bit further forward to actually press the head of his shaft
against her feverishly hot lips, and with his free hand, moved himself along
the moist cleft, rubbing against her, stimulating her as he gathered her
moisture on his head while he positioned himself, his head just starting to
enter her and press forward.  'Oh GOD, I can't DO this!  Why is he stopping,
can't he see the state I'm in?  I can't believe how he feels just inside me
like that...  Oh god, NOW where's he putting that hand?'

     Junta brought his right hand up Karin's body, then reaching behind her,
brought his hand across and up to grip the top of her right shoulder, so when
he pushed, he could pull her down on him. Then, with his hands behind her,
holding her gently captive, he began pushing into her, watching her eyes go
wider than he would have believed possible as inch by inch he entered her.

     When he was part way into her, he felt her shudder and gasp "So full... Oh
god you're filling me!", and couldn't help himself.  With a cry of triumph, he
pushed harder into her, turning her gasp into a sharp cry of pain as he pushed
into her.  When she cried out, he stopped, looking into her eyes, watching them
tear up as he throbbed inside her.  Seeing his brown eyes looking into hers,
concerned for her pain, Karin blinked the tears away, wanting to hold him
against her as she let herself adjust to the sensation of fullness and
throbbing heat within her before she lifted her head to kiss him on the lips
softly.  "It always hurts a girl her first time.  I'll be okay, just let me
have a little time to adjust, okay?"  Just so that he would know she didn't
mind the slight pain, she crossed her ankles behind his back, trapping him
inside her.

     Karin took some deep breaths, her nipples rubbing against Junta's chest as
she adjusted to the feeling of him inside her.  Soon, however, she could feel a
deeper emptiness that she instinctively knew Junta would fill for her, and she
gripped tighter with her legs, pulling him further inside her. With a mumbled
obscenity, Junta pushed a ways further inside her, then stopped.  As he pulled
out, he let her hands go, gripping her shoulders from behind with both hands.
When he had pulled nearly all the way out of her, he paused, then started
pushing back into her, his eyes locked on hers. When he again pushed past the
point where her hymen had been, her eyes narrowed in a sudden pain, but as he
pressed deeper into her, her eyes widened in delighted surprise.

     Soon he was pressing his full length into her, and on impulse, he kissed
her deeply, his tongue penetrating her mouth like he was pushing into her
below, but far more actively.  She began to moan around his tongue, and her
hips began to twist against his, stimulating both of them.  As he pulled out,
Karin gasped in a shallow breath, expecting him to pull as far back as before,
and determined to endure the slight pain, she stiffened.  However, he didn't
move as far as she expected, and with a sudden shove, she was being filled with
his virile, dangerously potent shaft, and she could only quake with a surprised
delight as his pubic hairs mashed against her, each single hair seeming to set
ablaze a special nerve that would react only to that hair's touch.  Again he
paused, the heat of him within her gently burning away the pain of her lost
virginity.  When he withdrew, somehow he seemed to leave a wonderfully aching
void within her, and as he returned, the void seemed to send a message deep
within her that THIS was what she needed, to be alternately emptied and filled
by Junta.  The feelings were beyond anything that she had ever imagined, beyond
anything anyone had EVER told her, and she wanted more.

     For Junta, watching the expression in Karin's eyes was amazing.  At first
she had seemed to be almost as frightened of him as she was aroused, and for an
istant, as he took her virginity, the fear had seemed nearly enough to make her
change her mind, but before she could, he could see her expression change to
one of surprise approaching awe before she reassured him.  Once he began moving
in and on her, it seemed that her attention seemed to turn inward, to the
feeling of him inside her as he alternately thrust and withdrew.  Very quickly,
he could feel her channel gripping him as he pulled back, and relaxing to allow
him easier entry when he pushed into her.  As he thrust, and her hips began
rising, first hesitantly, then more and more eagerly to meet his, he released
her shoulders, moving his hands downward to her hips, pulling her up to meet
his thrusts with increased vigor.

     Each time he pressed into her, she gave a little squeal, and soon, even
through the squealing, he could make out what she was saying.  "Oh, I never
knew...  so full, and hot!  Oh, Just like THAT, Junta-sama!  Again!  Oh, YES!"
With each thrust, her response came more loudly, and when he squeezed her ass
with both hands as he pulled her up to meet a deep thrust, her squealing moan
was "More! Oh, God, yes, HARDER!"  Ducking his head for a while as he changed
to a slower, gentler rhythm, he captured one nipple in his mouth, first gently
nibbling on it with his lips, then with his tongue, he caressed around and
around it.  As her hands came up to his head, he sucked on the nipple, and the
reaction surprised them both.

     She pushed herself against him violently, and squeaked as an orgasm
exploded within her, sending her mind into a thousand sensual directions for a
few seconds as she quivered beneath him, then any sense of restraint seemed to
desert her and she started squealing into his ear in tones that it seemed could
bend metal "Oh, YES!  I WANT it!  Fill me up with your cum!"  It went on in
that vein as her hands went to Junta's back, her fingers digging into his
buttocks, pulling him hard against her, forcing a faster, deeper pace on him as
her muscles pulsated around him franticly, building him up to an explosive
orgasm.  With each stroke, the pressure built, and finally, with her pulling
him into her, begging him to fill her, he exploded, slamming himself as far
into her as he could go, then freezing above her as she convulsed on him with
her second climax.  Each pulse of his climax seemed to be met eagerly by her
body, her muscles contracting strongly around him, seeming to pull every drop
from him.

     Finally, both of them crashed down from the height of climax, and Junta
rolled over, so that her weight was on his body as they both lay sweating in
the sunlight.  Karin snuggled her head under his chin, feeling him softening
inside her.  "That felt so good, Junta...  Can we do it again?"  Inside her
mind, her conscience looked up from hiding in the corner, looked at her
memories, including what she had said, and started trying to build a fortress
to keep from being washed away by the pleasure her body was savoring.

     Junta looked up at Karin and smiled, "Do you think we should?  Don't you
have to make sure I'm not getting some girl in trouble?"  The tone was light
and teasing, similar to the way his fingers were running along her sides.  At
her blush and nod, he sighed.  "Right now, I'm a little sore.  Let's take
another dip in the spring before we do anything else, ok?"

     Karin smiled sleepily.  "Sure, Megaplayboy-kun."  She licked the sweat
from his collarbone, and murmured sleepily, "I'm feeling a little sore, too,
and it's all because of you.  I guess I could use a soak, too."  Somehow he
even SMELLED charming and manly.  If only she could take him home with her. In
her mind, the image of her future husband now had not only a face, but a voice,
body, scent, and feel!  If she stayed close to him until after he met the time
travel researchers and their paper got published, then took him to her time, he
couldn't POSSIBLY meet all those other women, could he?  It made perfect sense
to Karin as she started langorously sitting up.  As she pushed herself up to
sit astride his lap, she felt him escape her body and shivered at the
sensations.

---===---

     In his laboratory, Dr. Mori turned away from the monitor where he had just
watched Karin and Junta having sex and rubbed the edge of a small crystalline
ornament.  Knowing that even the best surveillance equipment of the era would
not be able to detect his speech, much less what he was saying, he reported,
"Phase one complete.  Original mistaken bullet substituted with optimal DCM mix
for Momonari Junta.  Enhanced physical attributes manifested in conflict with
Sugashita Ryuuji.  High level empathy demonstrated with three different sexual
partners, including DNA Operator Aoi Karin, whose contraceptive implant was
disabled as per your orders.  I'm certain that Yakimori suspects a traitor
involved in this operation.  More details as they become available."  Mori set
down the piece of quartz and picked up the printouts for his other current
projects, secure in the knowledge that not only was he preventing his own
temporal dispersal, but that his benefactors from even further in the future's
needs were being met.

     As he started work, he glanced back at the monitor, where Karin and his
father were stepping back into the hot spring.  She would be in some trouble
over her actions, but when he was caught by Yakimori, she would be cleared of
any wrongdoing, since not only was he her doctor, but also the chief of DCM
computation and synthesis.  His confession was already prepared.

---===---

     For Junta, the remainder of the afternoon passed alternately relaxingly
and quite energetically.  Karin told him a good deal about the general trends
of the future while they soaked and relaxed in the hot spring.

     "Let me get this straight.  In about forty years, the Pope, on WORLD
TELEVISION, tells all Catholics that the use of contraceptives is not only no
longer sinful, but actually encouraged, even for married couples?"  Junta could
hardly believe it.  He had talked with some catholic exchange students, and one
point they had all seemed adamant on was that at least after marriage the
dictate of the church was to either have lots of children, or to at least
accept as a blessing any children resulting from marital bliss, and that
contraceptives of any type were a DEFINITE sin.

     "That's right.  The prior Pope had been assassinated not long after he
addressed the World Population Summit and said that he'd be burned as a heretic
before he reversed the stand of the church on one of the most basic laws found
in the Bible, the command given to all children of God to be fruitful and
multiply."  Karin stretched in the water, feeling the currents of hot water
trickling up her spine...  Or was that Junta's finger?  "Even though it was
shown quite effectively that small families...  aaaah, that feels good. That
small families have far better chances for the children to advance to higher
education and economic success.  Anyway, the next Pope, James Paul I, was one
of the younger Cardinals, who in addition to his religious training also held
degrees in economics and mathematics.  After his declaration about Catholics
needing to be good stewards of creation, and the active NEED to stop after the
first child in a family, he was also assassinated by a group of defrocked
priests who called him the Anti-Christ.  After the next Pope, James Paul II,
upheld the new decrees, James Paul was canonized three years ago."   Karin
yawned widely, then turned to look at Junta.  "I'm about to fall asleep.  Maybe
we should go back to your house?"  At Junta's raised eyebrows, she giggled. "To
SLEEP, you megaplayboy!  Just sleep!"

     Junta smiled and gently squeezed her bottom, "Well, if you're sure about
that, OK."

     He climbed out of the water when she pinched his thigh and told him to
quit it, then dressed quickly, putting her torn panties in his pocket.  She had
almost seemed to EXPECT him to keep them as a trophy, so he decided to go along
with it.  At her urging, he waited for her up at the cycle while she got
dressed.  The flight back to his house was much shorter, since she put her
helmet on and flew much faster back, causing Junta to hold much tighter to her
to keep the wind out of his eyes.  Only once did she slap his hand, when he ran
his fingers up the inside of her thighs, not stopping until he was stroking her
crotch through her bodysuit.  The way the cycle slewed suddenly, nearly hitting
the side of an office building, convinced him that she was serious about how
dangerous distracting a cycle pilot could be.

     When they got to the roof of his house, she was almost asleep as she
landed.  They quietly entered through his window, and even as he unrolled his
futon, she literally fell asleep where she sat leaning against his desk.  He
undressed her and put her to bed, remembering Kotomi saying that nothing made
her feel dirtier than when she had slept in sweaty tights after falling asleep
waiting for a tape to rewind while she was practicing rhythmic gymnastics.

-=-=-=-=-

     I got dressed in my casual clothes, leaving my school clothes in the
hamper in the laundry room, and reluctantly took Karin's tights and body
stocking to Mom.  "Mom, could you wash these tonight, and drop them inside my
room when they're done?  I need these clean by tomorrow morning."

     Mom stretched out the bundled up clothes, and looked at me funny.  "Son,
why do you need these washed so bad?  Have you started wearing women's
clothes?"  She pointed to the bra, which had gotten rubbed in the mud one of
the times when Karin and I were holding each other.

     "Mom!  No, I haven't started doing weird stuff like that!  It's just that
Karin-chan doesn't have anything else to wear!"  I guess it wasn't the best way
to mention a girl's name like that around my mother, because suddenly her face
lit up like a hundred watt bulb was turned on behind her smile.

     " `Karin-CHAN'?  Have you got a girl that you don't have to be so shy
with?  I want to meet her, and find out if she's a good girl for you."  She set
the bundled up clothes on the table, the bra on top like some sort of victory
flag.  In the next couple of minutes, Mom had gotten me to let her in and see
the girl sleeping on my futon.  I managed to keep her from waking Karin up, but
when she saw that Karin was sleeping in the nude, she made a disapproving
clicking sound with her tongue.

     Within moments, she had me helping to take Karin's measurements, then
bustled us both out of the room and turned the lights off.  "Oh, your father's
going to be so proud of you, finding a pretty girl like your Karin.  Where's
she from?  I don't remember seeing her around before..."  I started to mumble
something, but Mom just kept chattering on.  "Well, where she's from isn't that
important.   You're just so lucky that she understands about your shyness...
Now it looks like she's jet-lagged, and you already helped her with the best
cure for jet-lag, didn't you, so I want you to go out and have a good time with
your friends tonight.  Oh, she probably won't wake up 'til late tomorrow, and I
don't want to scare her away, so when you get back, you just stay right beside
her until she gets up.  I know how hard it is to meet a boyfriend's mother, and
I don't want to scare her by having her alone when we meet, so I'll call in
sick for you to school..."  Eventually I managed to let Mom know that I had
been sent home sick partway through school, and she just worked that into her
chatter before chasing me out to have a good time and let that exhausted girl
sleep and wasn't it so nice of us to be so quiet with our play.  I love my mom
dearly, but sometimes I wonder if she's got all the pins in her pachinko
machine.

     It was later than I usually call my friends for going out for karaoke, so
instead I hopped on a local train and went over toward Tomobiki, where I'd
heard there's a really great new place that opened up a few months after the
Oni showed up with that silly game of tag to determine whether or not they were
going to invade us.  Anyway, by the time I got there, it looked like mainly a
college crowd, and I signed up for a booth.  That bit about my vocal range in
choir class was bugging me, so I picked a number of songs.  Some American
music, mostly some of the sillier songs that I know pretty well from a CD that
one of my friends gave me, then a few rock and roll and blues songs to test out
my vocal range.

-=-=-=-=-

     "Darling, how about here?", the Oni princess's voice held a tone that said
she wanted to have fun, and if her Darling didn't indulge her, that there would
be Divine Retribution being thrown at him.  He had started some silliness about
needing to go to a night school, but she had seen through that.  He just wanted
to follow that new girl from school to her remedial courses to find out more
about her.  She acted so smart, but if she needed more school, it must be
because she needed to catch up to her Darling's class.  Her Darling was far too
smart to need extra school, and besides, if he'd just listen to her, she'd tell
him that he didn't need to go to college.  No princess of the Oni would EVER
allow her husband to do something so common as actually WORK.

     A disinterested observer, of which there were lamentably few in Tomobiki,
could have told Lum why Ataru, and in fact the vast majority of his classmates
were going almost directly from High School to a juku, or cram school.  In most
cases, it was because of the pressure to do well on tests.  In some cases, like
Ataru's, it was more because of the pressure to conform to what was expected of
students of his age, there being few places on earth where the saying "The nail
that sticks out gets pounded down." was more vigorously applied than the
Japanese educational system.  The interested observers in Tomobiki would point
out eagerly that Ataru, otherwise known as the PERVERT, would only want to go
because the girls from school were allowed to wear other clothes than the
Tomobiki uniform while yet another set of teachers droned or screamed facts,
dates, figures, and equations at them.  Those same interested observers would
then ask Lum if she intended to wear her boots and bikini to the juku, in
voices hinting at one extreme of eagerness or the other.

     After a short call from Benten to Lum to come out for a flight (and the
ensuing chaos when Benten flew her motorcycle through a classroom window to let
Lum know she was there,) the merry trio of Lum, her Darling, and her best
friend among the Uchuugami (space gods) were walking along the streets of
Tomobiki. Ataru had offered to make the sacrifice of riding with Benten rather
than make Lum carry him while they flew, and eventually the consensus was
reached by Benten that it was really a very nice evening for a walk, and how
could they tell if anyplace looked like fun if they were flying past the roofs,
because nobody was polite enough to put the name of their business on the roof
where somebody could read it without flying into the middle of all those wires
crossing the streets!  Ataru agreed when Benten twisted the hand that he had
tried running up her leg behind his back that his walking with Lum while Benten
flew just overhead to look for any trouble from Mendou would be a good idea.

     They'd already stopped by a McDonald's to have some earth food, and now
were starting to look for something to do until all the rest of the Tomobiki
Insane Asylum Escapees (as the more mundane people around the area referred to
Ataru and the people that surrounded him) got out of the cram school when
Benten had spotted people coming out of a place laughing, and Lum decided that
it'd been a while since they'd had a nice, quiet evening of karaoke, and it
seemed like a fun way to spend some time.

     Across the street, a very short, wrinkled monk set the end of his staff on
the ground, clutched his prayer beads closer, and as he watched his niece meet
Lum and her friends walking into a karaoke parlor, he nodded his head sadly and
mumbled his two favorite things to say in the past year and a half, but for
once about two separate people.  "Children, it's fate, and Ataru is looking
most unfortunate tonight."  Cherry turned and started walking down the street,
mumbling about poor boys.

-=-=-=-=-

     Kome-Kome Club had some fun songs for me to warm up to, then "Purple
People Eater", and "Rockin' Robin", which I used to have to try for a good
falsetto to even come close to the singer's voice, and now came easily.  A few
more songs showed me that my range WAS both deeper and higher than it was a
couple days ago, and I really couldn't have told you then what had happened.
Now I'm sure that somehow it was a side effect of the DCM Karin hit me with,
but it still seems weird to me that one of the first obvious changes was my
voice.

     Eventually I came out of my booth, and the guy behind the counter handed
my money back when I tried to pay him.  A girl dressed up like Princess Lum was
singing about liking some boy best of all while I ordered a big dinner from the
grill, and the guy still wouldn't take my money.  The burger meat was a little
overcooked but still good, and the apple juice was just what I wanted, cold
enough to make my teeth ache when my first song came up.  I like some of the
silly songs from America, so I had picked "Charlie Brown", a pretty easy song
that I learned when I was about twelve.  I belted right into the opening,
grabbing the attention of everybody in the place and hung on through the song,
having a blast with the lines that used to be too deep for me, especially that
line "WHY IS EVERYBODY ALWAYS PICKIN' ON ME?"  I got some good applause from
people over that, and a lot of people were saying how good my english is as I
went back to my seat at the bar.  Some of the people singing that night seemed
to get their voice out of the sake bottle, but I clapped politely until my last
song came up.

     As I was walking up to the stage, I heard a person say "It's that guy who
sings the gaijin songs."  It wasn't said like it was an insult, since I was the
only guy singing in English there that night.  It was just how they remembered
me.  As I stepped onto the stage, most of the place got quiet.  I hit the
button to start the song when I was ready, and the music started.  The sound of
waves breaking on a shore and seabirds crying in the distance made me draw in
my breath, then the guitar started, low notes in a gentle, melancholy rhythm. I
guess I picked the song because it's an easy tune to follow, and one I've known
for a couple years.  It came out easier than I expected, and for the next
couple minutes I just let my voice go with the emotion of the song as Otis
Redding's song "Sitting on the Dock of the Bay" flowed through me and out over
the people in the bar.

------------

     When the song finished, and the whistling faded back into the noise of the
waves, I walked down off the stage.  I was almost back to my seat when a woman
stopped me and hugged me, tears running down her cheeks, then walked away.  I
was grabbing my jacket when the applause started, gently and slowly, then
stronger, as people finally seemed to realize that the song was over, and the
singer had left the stage.  The bartender handed me a note as I walked past,
and rather than spoil the mood, I nodded to him and kept walking.  Somehow it
just seemed the thing to do.  I walked a little way down the street before I
noticed a clock, and that it was late!  I waved down a taxi to get to the train
station before the last train going directly home left and hopped in.  When we
went past the karaoke place again, It looked like the place was closing, with
people coming out onto the sidewalk.  A tall woman with long hair was watching
the cab like she wanted to catch it as we passed by, and I gave a regretful
half-wave before I sat back in the seat.

     I got to the station with a couple minutes to spare before my train left,
and once I was on the train, I opened the note that the bartender had handed me
as I walked out.  On the bar's stationery was stapled a business card, and the
note invited me back as often as I wanted, and promised that when I came back,
that my food and drink would be free, so long as I sang publicly.  I folded the
note back up and put it in my wallet as I started whistling softly. In a half
hour I'd be home again, sleeping next to Karin-chan, who had just seemed too
worn out to be believed when I left.

-=-=-=-

     Kurimoto Ami downshifted her bicycle as she turned the corner and waved at
her neighbor as she rode up the last hill on her street before she got home. It
seemed to her that something more than slightly odd was occurring around her
lately, and somehow Junta seemed to be involved.  Saeki Tomoko had been asking
if he had been rescued from his kidnapper that morning, and that just didn't
make any sense.  The Momonari family wasn't rich, influential, or of either
noble or particularly ignoble lineage, so kidnapping Junta wouldn't seem to
make any sense, even from a revenge standpoint.  According to Tomoko, the only
person who might have any reason to wish anything bad to happen to Junta would
be Sugashita Ryuuji, but when asked about what happened, Tomoko just blushed as
red as a ripe tomato and said that Ryuuji had gotten the snot kicked out of him
by Junta, and would probably do anything he could to get even.

     Down the street several houses, Junta turned over on his futon, wondering
why his pillow was so much warmer than normal before he started opening his
eyes.  As soon as he opened them, he could see why his pillow was so warm,
because once he got his eyes to focus, several inches in front of his nose lay
the sort of sight that generally clenched up his stomach, and today didn't seem
to be any exception to that rule.  A pair of pink flower-print panties snugly
covered a very nicely formed feminine posterior, and from Junta's vantage point
he had a very good view between the unknown girl's legs, where the snug fabric
clung delightfully to her, failing to fully conceal those soft contours from
the waking young man.

     For almost ten seconds, Junta's mind sleepily analyzed what his eyes were
focused on before his hormones fully realized that the reason he had such a
wonderful view was because he was waking up with his head pillowed on the back
of the thigh of a BABE!  At that point, Junta, who had been sleepily blinking,
opened his eyes fully, then blinked several times, confirming that the
wonderful sight was actually there.  Within moments, he was sitting upright,
eyes slowly moving up from the girl's feet.  As he scanned up her legs, he
could hear her murmur, then she turned over, the blanket slipping off her
letting Junta's eyes take in the details of the front of her figure, the way
her stretching pushed her breasts against her bra, the sleepy grace with which
she rubbed at the back of her neck...  Junta was starting to feel once again
that electric tingle move over his body, slower than before but nearly as
noticeable when the voice of Ami's mother came through the window as she
shouted to Ami.  With a snapping sensation the tingle stopped and Junta felt
his stomach start to tighten up like a vise.

     He looked up to meet a pair of blue eyes blinking sleepily as Karin woke
up.  Karin smiled lazily as she ran a hand up from her belly, stopping at the
edge of bra she was wearing.  "Good morning, Playboy-kun.  How do you feel?"

     Junta's eyes widened at Karin's tone of voice, and as memories flashed
through his head, he felt a shock run through him.  "I'm feeling as wonderful
as you look, Karin, and you look breathtaking in the morning.  What you're
wearing suits you very well."  Again there was the disturbing feeling of not
being in full control of his mouth, but when Karin almost lunged across the
futon to wrap her arms around his waist and nuzzle against his belly, he
decided that losing control of his mouth around beautiful girls was a Very Good
thing.

     So naturally, that's when he heard Ami shouting from downstairs that she
was taking his homework assignments up to him.  At the sound of Ami's voice,
Junta again felt the sensation of a collapsing snap, and his stomach started
tightening up again.

     Karin and Junta sprang apart guiltily at the sound of feet walking up the
stairs.  Karin looked around franticly for a moment and started toward the
window before she took a quick look down, and, seeing her current state of
undress, scrambled under the thick blanket, Junta helping cover her up in
silent agreement that she couldn't be seen dressed like that.  As the feet hit
the top step, Junta grabbed his socks and plopped down right next to the
blanket covered mound containing Karin and started pulling them on, trying to
look like it was just that he had woken up late and was getting dressed as Ami
opened the door to his room.  "Junta, you've got to keep better track of your
things!  You left your bookbag at K2R yesterday."  Her voice was scolding, as
though she were disciplining an unruly child.  "Next time you leave it
somewhere, I'm not picking it up."

     "Ami-chan, that's no way to treat your husband!"  Junta's mother's voice
came from the stairwell as she started to climb the stairs.  "At least wait
until you're actually married before you start to hen-peck him.  He's such a
good boy, and up til yesterday he was so good about saving himself for you..."

     Under the cover of the blanket Karin chilled.  She had... with the
Megaplayboy, and he'd been saving himself for some girl named Ami?  It felt
like something wrapped itself around her heart and started squeezing when she
realized that it seemed she had been interfering in what looked like an
arranged marriage.  She managed to almost completely muffle her gasp of dismay
on hearing what Junta's mother said.

     Ami looked at Junta in disbelief.  Tomoko had actually hung around her and
Kotomi the night before, trying to find out all sorts of things about Junta,
like what his real favorite foods were, what sort of things he did for hobbies
and what sort of thing he was looking for from his women.  She had just kept
pushing all the wrong buttons so far as Ami was concerned until Ami slapped her
and stormed away from the coffeehouse, leaving her with Kotomi.  Remembering
how mad she had gotten then, the anger returned, this time directed at the
other major cause.  She wasn't going to launch into a screaming fit about it,
but she had no problem with stomping around Junta's room as she lectured him
about forgetting his schoolbooks.

__________

     Ami was obviously going to give me a major piece of her mind, she dropped
my bookbag in my lap as she started one of her stomping scolds.  When Ami gets
into a stomping mood, she's about one step short of erupting like Krakatoa, and
if the wrong subject gets rubbed in her face, she'll explode.  She started in
on how nice she had been to bring my homework assignments to me, and to pick up
my pack at the coffeehouse as she started moving around my room, and I tried
not to be obvious as I scrambled to pay attention to her at the same time I was
trying to make sure that Karin could breathe and not get noticed by Ami.

     That's when Mom's comment came up the stairs, and I heard a gasp. Given
that Ami thinks anytime she takes a deep breath she expects boys to comment
about her chest, and how Ami was turned around, inhaling at the moment before
continuing her oh-so-sweet act while chewing me up one side and down the other,
I took a quick look behind me.  I guess my scrambling to keep facing Ami as she
stomped around my room had twisted or pulled the blankets around Karin, because
her bottom was starting to show.  I reached around and grabbed the blanket and
pulled it down to conceal her, and somehow I wound up grabbing her, instead!

__________

     Karin hadn't known what to think about her situation.  All her training as
a DNA Operator had covered was the tracking, identification, approach, and
dosing of her targets, and now she was in the middle of a nightmare scenario
where she had to rely on her target to help keep her from getting noticed by
some girl who was acting like she was his wife!  Her target kept moving around
her, and the blankets kept moving too.  The stomping chewing out the playboy
was getting was almost enough to make her start giggling, until she realized
that she was starting to feel a draft on her legs.  That's when the playboy
decided to get fresh and grab her!  It seemed like he was just going to pull
the blanket down to cover her up, but instead, his hand went into the back of
her panties, his thumb pushing down between her cheeks before it went even
lower, pulling her panties with it!

     When Karin stood up, shrieking, Junta's hand was unintentionally caught in
her panties and twisted up behind his own back until they slipped, letting his
hand go.  When Ami turned around, Junta's face was inches from Karin's thighs,
his head slowly tilting upward.  "HENTAI!" echoed around the room, screamed by
two different girls.  One slapped his face as she bent over to grab her
panties, her dignity long since scattered, while the other retained just enough
kindness to turn her foot outward, applying a wonderful soccer style kick to
the back of Junta's thigh before she screamed "I hope you catch something
NASTY, you pervert!"  Junta, propelled by Ami's kick, slammed into Karin's
thighs, knocking her back onto the futon with Junta's head falling to rest on
her lower belly.

     For a moment he was disoriented, but the sound of Ami stomping out of his
room and slamming the door as Karin pushed at his shoulders while she tried to
squirm out from beneath him brought him back to his senses.  He pushed himself
up off of Karin, her healthy figure flushed with embarrassment.  He turned away
from her as quickly as he could, since his stomach was knotted up so tight that
he could hardly breathe from the combination of arousal and stress from the
screaming girls.

     As he struggled to catch a full breath, his mother opened the door and
walked in, shaking her head.  "Junta, you shouldn't treat Ami like that. I've
been waiting so long for you to be able to propose to her."  As she looked at
her son, his new friend pulled up her panties, then started looking around for
something.  She held out the things that Junta had had her wash, "Are these
yours?  Oh, you got these so muddy, I just had to clean them..."

     Karin yanked her uniform out of the hands of the chattering woman and
started pulling it on as she only half-listened, but as she was putting on the
top, she stiffened, "What did you just say?"

     "Oh, about you and Ami needing to get along if you intend to keep sleeping
with Junta after they get married?  I've always thought that a mistress should
be able to get along with the man's wife, after all, they've obviously got to
get along with the man, and then they've probably got SOMETHING else in common,
or how would they both have attracted the same man?  Oh, Junta's father has
been good, and not brought home too many mistresses, and I was able to be
friends with two of them..."

     Junta's mom rattled on and on as Karin began to grind her teeth together,
one eyebrow twitching up and down to punctuate her anger.  "JUNTA!  I'm NOT
going to be your mistress if you marry Ami!"

     "Oh, you're not?  Then would you mind if Ami were his mistress when YOU
marry him?"  Junta's mother opened the window, then pulled the curtains closed
before picking up some of Junta's dirty clothes.

     "I can't marry him!  Eventually I have to go back home!"  Karin was
getting mad enough to chew plutonium. The woman seemed determined to get women
into her son's bed!  Didn't she have any sense of responsibility at all?

     "Well, I'm just glad that Junta's getting over his shyness, sweetie.  I
look forward to holding my grandchildren."  The door shutting behind her cut
off any comment that Karin would have returned, but didn't quite muffle the
sound of her continuing chatter.

     Karin glared at Junta, then started looking around for her cape, "If you
say ANYTHING right now, you're going to get SO hit!"  Junta gulped, then sat at
his desk, looking out the window as she looked around the room.  "I can't
believe she expects me to be...  to do...  ooOOH!  I'm leaving, but I'll be
keeping my eye on you, megaplayboy!"  Looking at an indicator on her oversized
watch, she turned, then climbed out the window.  A few moments later, she
started her flying cycle and took off.

-=-=-=-=-

     For Karin, it was a short flight.  As she started to go back to her time
machine, she noticed the masses of people wearing festival kimonoes, and
looking around, noticed a portable shrine being carried on the shoulders of a
large group of men, and she couldn't help but land out of sight, and have her
cycle autopilot back to her time machine, so that it would be undisturbed while
she indulged her passion for the events of history that simply couldn't be
shown properly in a theater, or read from a book.  Her time machine would page
her if a critical message came in from her boss, and with the little recon
'bots flying around Junta like insects, she'd be able to keep tabs on him,
since most japanese people didn't seem to do much travelling in this time, and
when they did, they either walked, or took the train, so the bots could follow
him easily...

-=-=-=-

     It wasn't easy, but I kept myself from climbing out on the roof after
Karin, and once I heard her 'cycle fly off, I pillowed my head on my forearms
while my gut slowly unclenched.  At that moment, women completely mystified me,
even more than usual.  Even my mother seemed strange.  Her running on at the
mouth was pretty typical for her, but her casual help to me last night when she
found out there was a naked girl in my futon whose clothes needed to be washed
came completely out of left field.

     And the way she was asking which of the girls was going to be my mistress
when I married the other one was too weird to be believed.  Me?  Marry Ami?
She's a pretty decent friend, but I just can't bring myself to think of her as
a girl.  For one thing, I think she'd belt me if I so much as asked her out,
and she's a bit better in Karate than I am. Besides that, I just can't bring
myself to hit a girl, or even really stop one from hitting me.

     Sparring isn't the same, of course.  There, it's understood that you have
to attack your partner, and take your hits and give them back, and besides,
Takegahara-sensei has repeatedly told us of how he got soundly defeated by an
american woman at a competition.

     I've gotten off subject, again.  That happens whenever I hear Mom talk
about my probable marriage to Ami.  My marrying her because she doesn't make me
puke when I see her in a swimsuit wouldn't be a romance, it would be a complete
lack of options!

     With that question settled in my mind, I decided to make sure that I was
caught up with my homework.  The biggest pain was the new kanji that they had
for us to learn.  I practiced writing the first couple and their most common
combinations for a couple hours, stopping only when my hand started cramping
up.  I looked at my social studies assignment, and nearly started laughing...
The first assignment, due monday afternoon, was an essay on what we thought
the world would be like in fifty years, and the social conditions that would
create that situation..  My essay was grim, but easy to write, thanks to the
things that Karin told me.

     I was just about to recopy it to the proper form when Mom called me down
to the phone.

     "Hai, Momonari Junta desu."

     "Good afternoon, Momonari-kun.  This is Miss Yamada.  I trust that you're
feeling better than you were yesterday morning?"

     "Hai, hai.  I'm feeling much better, Yamada-sensei.  What can I do for
you?"  It isn't often that teachers call a student at home, but when they do,
it's generally for something pretty important.

     "Were you planning on joining the choir club this year?"

     "Yes, sensei.  I was planning on applying yesterday after school, but..."

     "Were you aware that the application deadline is today?"

     Oh, crap!  I'd missed the deadline!  "Um, yes ma'am.  But since I was ill,
could I get my application in to you on monday and still get in?"

     "Unfortunately, I have to have the club roster to the school staff monday
morning, Junta.  If you have the time, I could take your application in person
yet this afternoon or evening."

     SAVED!  "Are you still at the school?  I could be down in about ten
minutes."

     "No, I've already left for home.  But since it's not your fault about
missing the deadline at school, I could call a cab for you, and pay for it, if
it's ok with you."

     Yamada-sensei was going to help me squeak in under the deadline out of her
own money?  I guess my new voice was more impressive than I thought.  "That'll
be great, sensei.  How soon should I expect the taxi?"

     "Hmm, I'll need to take care of a few things at my place first.  I'll
probably call them at about 5...   I'll call you right after I've called them,
so why don't you take some time to make yourself presentable?"

     Presentable?  Well, as much as a skinny guy like me can be, I guess.
"That sounds like a good idea, sensei.  I'll make myself as presentable as I
can."

     "Good.  I'll call you later."  The phone went silent.

-==-==-==-==-

     Yamada Yukiko put her cellular phone away, leaning back on the stone bench
as she looked around the park.  Her conversation with the nurse earlier had
been surprising.  It seemed Junta was locally notorious, not for behavior, or
attitude, or anything else negative, but for his shyness, and resulting nausea.
The nurse's theory seemed to be that he wasn't so much allergic to girls as
that he had a problem with stress and arousal that fed back on itself.  He
expected stomach cramping when he was stressed out, and for inexperienced young
men, showing arousal around young women could itself be stressful, therefore
Junta's belly cramps when he saw pretty girls.  And if the strength of the
cramping was proportionate to the strength of his desires... she smiled, it
must mean that he had a very strong sex drive!  Now all he needed was for some
kind woman to keep him nice and relaxed, and keep his mind off of his desires
while she sedu- broke that association between stress and arousal.

     The nurse (an occasional partner for drinking, among other pleasures, as
well as her housemate) had wanted to start calling him to her office to start
getting him more comfortable around women, but Yukiko had convinced her that it
would be the wrong way to do that, since as the school nurse, she'd be more an
authority figure to him, regardless of her appearance, and thus cause him more
genuine stress to deal with, in addition to his arousal.  After some thought,
combined with some cuddling, Yukiko had turned to her housemate, "Ne, Hanako,
how about after I, I mean WE, get him over the worst of his problem, we see if
perhaps you could get him to help you with some of girls that are having
problems because of their own shyness?"

     Hanako moved her fingers down Yukiko's back, "As therapy, perhaps?  His
reputation now would certainly make him seem harmless enough.  Besides, if
we're right about how strong his desires actually are..." the speculation they
had engaged in, and the comparisons they had drawn, caused her a delightful
shiver, "He'd certainly be eager to help.  Maybe I should bring in extra linens
for the back bed in my office."

     "The one you had put in when you saw the new gym teacher last year?"

     "Um-hmm.  The very same one I had you spread out on last week."  Hanako
lowered her head, licking at Yukiko's cleavage as her fingers slid over her
ass, probing softly between her legs.  From there, the conversation had lost a
great deal of coherency to enthusiasm.

     Eventually, they had agreed on Yukiko being the one to try seducing him,
and Hanako decided that that particular weekend would be a great time to visit
her family.  As Yukiko walked in, she nearly tripped on one of Hanako's
overnight bags, then saw the grocery bags on the kitchen counter.  "Did you get
everything I asked for?"

     The voice came echoing down the short hallway from Hanako's room.  "Yeah,
but the half kilo of beef was expensive enough that I'm going to have to ask
you to pay me back for it.  Figure that the best way to defuse his anxiety is
through his stomach?"  She walked into the entry room, pulling on her favorite
light jacket.

     "Yeah.  Between food, music, and the fireworks tonight, I think we'll be
ok."

     "Well, then have fun, and don't do anything I wouldn't do."  Hanako kissed
and fondled Yukiko quick in passing, then picked up her luggage.

     "Well, that certainly leaves the list of possibilities wide open.  Is
there anything you wouldn't do?"

     "Well, a few, but I don't have time, the cab will be downstairs in just a
couple minutes.  I guess I'll just have to find out if you DID do something I
wouldn't when I get back tomorrow night."  The apartment door closed behind her
before Yukiko could make a comment, which may have been just as well.  Yukiko
took the time to do the prep work for the night's meal, as well as making a
lightly spiked fruit punch, just right for enjoying on a warm autumn afternoon.

     Eventually, everything was ready.  Before her bath, she had put out some
school district forms to make an easily cleaned appearance of normality, so
that when Junta arrived, he would see pretty much what he expected.  After a
good scrub, she called the taxi company, gave them the addresses and her phone
number, so that she could be called to come down and pay.  Then she called
Junta to let him know what type of cab to look out for, and to ask him to bring
his guitar, as well as some of his favorite music to sing.  It was an odd
thrill for her, talking naked on the phone to a young man she intended to
seduce, and as she hung up the phone, she smiled.

-==-==-==-==-==-

     It didn't take me long to get cleaned up for going over to Yamada-sensei's
home, so I was able to get the rest of my homework done for monday before she
called me back.  When she did call, she asked me to bring my guitar, and some
of the CDs of the music I like to sing.  In a way, it made sense, so I packed a
half dozen or so discs and my guitar case.  It was just a few minutes later
that the cab arrived.  I climbed in and buckled myself into the seat as taxi
pulled away from home.  A couple of blocks away from home, I could sworn that I
saw Tomoko, but the driver took that moment to make a sudden turn, so I
couldn't be sure.

-==-==-==-==-==-

     Tomoko stepped into the restaurant, looking for Junta.  Normally he'd do
his homework at a table in the back on saturdays, and the thought of finally
giving him the bra and panties that he had demanded from her the day before had
her blushing.  The skirt she was wearing was longer than her school skirt, but
not by much, and while she might be surprised, she wouldn't be terribly shocked
if he decided to check to see if she was wearing any to replace the ones she
was giving him right then and there.  She actually hoped he would.

     The fact that she had walked over to his home dreading the occasional
strong breeze that might have flipped up her skirt had her nipples tingling
where they rubbed against her blouse.  Had she worn panties, they would have
been soaked by her excitement.  Not seeing him among the few people sitting at
the tables, she slipped up the stairs, murmuring a greeting to his mother.  The
sliding door to his room was open, letting her look in without having to
disturb anything, and she saw that he wasn't home, and he'd taken his guitar
with him.

     She was just turning around when Junta's mom seemed to pop up out of the
woodwork, "Hi, Saeki-san!  Looking for Junta?"

     Tomoko had to clap her hand to her chest and take a moment to calm her
racing heart before she could answer.  "Yes, ma'am.  Could you tell me where he
is?  I'd really like to see him."

     "Hmmm, as far as I know, he went to talk to his new choir teacher about
getting into the choir club after school.  When he gets home do you want me to
tell him why you came by?"

     Tomoko felt her face go scarlet at the idea of telling Junta's mother the
reason she was so eager to meet up with her son.  "Not really.  I want to
surprise him.  But if you would tell him to call me, no matter what time he
gets back, I'd be grateful."

     Junta's mother smiled at the blushing girl.  "I'll be glad to do that for
a girl that likes my son as much as you obviously do.  Do you think he likes
you the same way?"

     Tomoko hadn't thought that anyone besides Junta could possibly make her
blush harder than she had been, but when she felt her blush go well under her
shirt at that question, she stammered, "I-I-I-I sure HOPE so.  Do you know what
sort of clothes Junta really likes girls to wear?  I want to look my best the
next time I see him."  ANYTHING to shift the topic away from things that were
making her blush like a tomato.

     Junta's mom thought for a few moments.  "I've seen him turning his head to
watch girls wearing tight cut-offs.  I'm so glad that Junta's been able to stop
being so shy with all the girls.  I was starting to worry that I'd NEVER be a
grandmother.  Now it seems like Ami's getting jealous of that girl that Junta
brought home last night, and..."

     "Junta brought a girl here?  Last night?  What did she look like?" 'Please
don't let it be that blue haired girl in the purple I heard about", Tomoko
found herself praying.  'PLEASE don't let it be her!'

     "Oh, she's such a pretty little thing.  She was so tired that she just
fell asleep on Junta's futon, and didn't even wake up when I put underwear on
her.  She's got light blue hair, so I guess she's a foreigner, which would
explain her being so jet-lagged yesterday..."

     Tomoko tuned out the chatter from Junta's mother.  The blue haired girl
had slept in Junta's futon, and Junta's MOTHER had put underwear on her?
Tomoko's heart started sinking.  SHE had wanted to be Junta's first girl, just
like she wanted him to be HER lover.  Now it sounded as if that girl had... had
BEEN with him like SHE wanted to be, had felt Junta hold her down and fill her,
drive inside of her and make her his.  But she hadn't been around for more than
a couple of days.  She COULDN'T have the sort of place in Junta's heart that
Tomoko claimed.  Tomoko vowed that no matter WHAT the obstacle between them,
that she would be claimed by Junta, to be tamed by his strong hand, then reward
him with her chastened passion, and her helpless submission.

     She walked quickly out into the street, and with the determination of a
truly love-(or is that lust?)-struck young woman, went to increase her chances
in the way she knew best; SHOPPING!  And this time she'd go in to that lingerie
shop she'd seen.

-==-==-==-==-==-

     For Junta, the evening started out pleasantly.  Yamada-sensei met him at
the taxi, paid the driver and escorted him up to her apartment, where they made
sure that his application to the choir club was filled out and approved.  She
had him play his guitar for a while, and sing some of his favorite songs.  With
him relaxed, and distracted by music, she began her seduction.  As she figured,
Junta's shyness makes him vomit.  While he's in the bathroom, she prepared the
beef dish she had planned, and set out the lightly spiked punch. Junta didn't
notice the alcohol, so when she resumed the seduction, he was far more relaxed,
and while he had a gulpy moment or two when she started pleasuring him with her
mouth, he managed to keep his meal, then satisfy both of them well enough that
they slept well into the late evening.

[Author note:  Had Karin not interfered, attempting to stop Junta from becoming
a megaplayboy, this would have been the night that he lost his virginity, as
well as his 'Girl Allergy', to a woman who truly wanted to boost his confidence
so that he would be a better singer.]

-==-==-==-==-==-

     At nearly midnight, I rolled over in bed, then woke, realizing that I had
rolled up against the naked back of my teacher.  For a long, startled moment, I
couldn't seem to put together how or why I should be naked in her bed, but then
the evening seemed to slide back into my memory with the sensation of a muscle
suddenly relaxing.  "Sensei?"  I rested my hand on her side, just below her
ribs.

     She seemed to stretch, pressing herself back against my belly as she woke.
"Yes, Momonari-kun?"  She had called me Junta earlier, but the way she said my
family name sounded nearly as intimate.

     "I can't tell you how grateful I am, so I won't embarrass either of us by
trying.  My life's been getting really strange the past couple of days, and I'm
glad to know that you really wanted to help me with my problem."

     She didn't turn to face me, but she did pull my hand up and rest it on her
breast as she spoke, "I was happy to.  It was painful to me to see how shy you
were.  You're a nice looking boy, and you've got a really nice voice, even if
you couldn't hit your high or low notes tonight.  I really think that all that
was really wrong with you was that you were so unsure of yourself."  She
squirmed around to look me in the eyes, keeping my hand on her breast, then
kissed me softly.  "Once you understand more about women and girls, you'll be
able to date any girl you like.  You're a gentleman, and a gentle man."  She
kissed me again softly, then slowly stood up at the end of the bed.  "Excuse me
for just a few minutes.  Bathroom."  With that, she strode out of the bedroom
into the hall.

     With her out of the room, I took a few moments to think about my day,
until I noticed that I also had to use the bathroom.  Since none of my clothes
were in the room, I shrugged and walked to the bathroom door, which was mostly
closed.  "Sensei?"

     The sound of the commode flushing informed me of what she had been doing.
"Yes, Momonari-kun?"

     "Well, excuse me, but I need to..."

     The door swung open, and Yamada-sensei stepped up to the vanity, and
picked up her toothbrush.  "Go right ahead."  She gestured into the little
toilet chamber.

     While I was squatting, I summoned the courage for a question.  "Sensei,
before I came over here, I made a girl very angry at me.  I think I really like
her, and I want her to know I'm not just saying it when I apologize.  I'm
thinking of giving her a gift, but I don't know what would be good.  What do
you think?"

     The sound of her brushing her teeth stopped, then I heard her gargle for a
few seconds, then spit into the sink.  "How much do you like this girl, Junta?"

     THAT was a question that I wasn't really ready for, but I managed to say,
"I'd like to be more than just friends with her."  If my scrambled memory could
be trusted, I'd already been intimate with her, more than once, but I've heard
too much about people having casual sex and walking away from their partner
with no pretense of friendship between them.

     "Well, I think if you're making an apology, a ring or bracelet is a little
too personal.  A necklace is generally pretty safe, and at the same time say
you're serious about your apology. Are you planning on making up for lost time
with the girls in school?"

     Somehow that last question seemed more like a verbal landmine than
anything else at the moment.  Karin and Ami were both angry at me, though I
knew that Ami's wrath would blow over pretty quickly...  "Well, once I'm a bit
more confident, I would like to try it, but for the moment, I just don't want
her to be so angry with me."  As I wiped myself, I congratulated myself on not
stepping on the bomb...

-==-==-==-==-==-

     Yukiko smiled, she had known several other young men who, once she had
begun helping them with their confidence, had intended to cut a wide swath
through the young women in their classes.  One of them had actually succeeded,
becoming very popular with the girls, and even occasionally coming back and
visiting her when his band came back into the area.  With Junta's energy,
endowment [Not abnormal, but definitely more generous than average], and his
untaught gift with the ladies, as well as two female staff of the school
helping, Junta was almost certain to become almost a legend with the girls of
his class.

     When Junta came out of the bathroom, she handed him her toothbrush to use,
and as he brushed, ran her hands slowly up his back, feeling the tension in his
muscles, and when she leaned against the edge of the vanity sink to look at
him, as well as to let him look at her, she saw that she had succeeded in once
again rousing his interest.

     It was three in the morning before Junta stepped into the taxi, while Miss
Yamada handed the driver the fare, as well as a substantial tip to get him home
in comfort.

-==-==-==-==-==-

     The taxi dropped me off at home, and I went inside quickly, since the wind
was blowing around the remnants of trash from the parade and festival parties
from saturday.  In an hour or so, the cleaning crews would come and get most of
the trash from the street, leaving the rest for us to pick up.  Mom had swept
up our sidewalk area, or more than likely, had gotten dad to do it.  At the
moment, I was realy too happy to care.  Yamada-sensei had told me that I was
more than welcome to visit her whenever it suited me.  It might have been taken
as just a polite thing to say, except that at the time, she had been nuzzling
my neck while we were once again lying in her bed, and her leg had been draped
across my thighs.

     When I went up to my room, I noticed the note pinned to the cork board
above my desk, telling me that Tomoko wanted me to call her, no matter what
time I got back.  The last time somebody left me a note telling me that, I had
gotten back from Karaoke at just after midnight, and when I called them, I woke
up their parents AND them, making all of them mad.  Since then, I don't call
people after nine at night, unless I KNOW that they'll be up to answer the
phone themself.

     Looking at the note, I was tempted to call Tomoko and see what she wanted.
The dreamlike quality of my last encounters with her were pushing my
relationship with her into the realm of the surreal, but until I could be sure
that my memory wasn't actually deceiving me, I decided to play things safe.  I
stuck the note back on the corkboard and decided to call her once I got back
from getting a necklace for Karin.  I spread out my futon, set my alarm for ten
in the morning, then went to bed.

-==-==-==-==-==-

     Several blocks away, Tomoko looked up from her manga at the phone and
sighed.  How late was it finally going to be when Junta called her?  She had
given him the number for her bedroom phone, which she had only given to three
other people.  It had rung once earlier that night, and when she had answered
the phone by saying "Junta?"  the  only response had been what sounded like
noises from a bar, a growl, then the nearly deafening CLICK of somebody
slamming the phone back down.

     She was positive that it had been  either Ryuuji or one of his flunkies.
Strange, how when he had introduced her to them, they had looked at her as
though the only thing stopping them from throwing her to the floor and raping
her as a team had been Ryuuji's interest in her.  At the time it had excited
her, being so close to men that dangerous, but now, thinking back on it, it
frightened her.  If Ryuuji wasn't in jail for trying to break into her home,
and his attack on the security guard...   She shuddered and put the manga on
the stack of similar books that she had glanced through as she waited for Junta
to call.  Maybe one of her videos would distract her?  She put in a copy of one
of her favorite videos, one she had found at a comic-market, based on the
Ahh, Megami-sama IF series of doujinshi.  There were a couple of the short
clips she particularly enjoyed, since Keiichi was being shown as much more
assertive than originally written.  The incident with Peorth giving him a
potion that made him irresistable to the women around him was WONDERFUL.

-==-==-==-==-==-

     Junta slept late again, waking at nearly ten in the morning.  After taking
care of the basic necessities, he stopped by an ATM, and pulled out most of his
luxury money.  The mall he liked wasn't very far, so he decided to walk there,
enjoying the fresh air and sunshine before the weather started turning nasty
for autumn.

---===---

     Ryuuji followed Junta at a distance, every forced casual motion a acid
tipped lance jabbing into his shoulder as he slowly stroked the barrel of the
gun hidden in his deep pocketed leather jacket.  It looked like Junta was going
for a walk, and if Junta went down the wrong street, or possible witnesses
disappeared, BANG!  Unfortunately, the cowardly bastard persisted in staying in
view of lots of people, and when he ducked into the mall, Ryuuji smiled.  Junta
would be in there a while, so he could call in his buddies, and have the fun of
watching Junta get the shit kicked out of him, and if there was a girl with
him, so much the better.  If a girl chose Junta over him, she deserved whatever
punishment his friends chose to devise.  From another pocket, he pulled out a
cellular phone and hit the speed-dial.  "Hey, Bladeboy, how's it hanging?
Uh-huhh?  Really?  No shit?  Well, I'll have to see if the guard is still
bribable.  I've still got those pictures of his sister, so it shouldn't be a
problem.  Anyway, are you and the other two feeling up to some exercise for me?
It's worth fifteen thousand yen for each of you to kick the snot out of him.
Yeah, it's the guy I gave you the picture of last night at the bar.  He just
walked into the mall over by me, so if you three hurry, I'll be able to catch
the show.  Just make it as public as you can, ok?  I'll be sitting in the food
court, upper level.  Yeah, if some bitch is with him, you can do whatever you
want to her.  I'll be waiting."

---===---

     It was pretty crowded in the mall, and there were enough girls around with
their allowance sampling perfumes that in a couple stores I almost had to hold
my breath to get past them without gagging.  But even as I passed them, I
looked at them, seeing a couple that were really nice looking.

     One of them was trying some lipstick, and the way she was pursing and
licking her lips reminded me of how Yamada-sensei had done the same thing last
night, after she had worn her lipstick off while exploring my body.  I don't
think I'll ever be able to look at a woman putting on lipstick the same way
ever again.

     I looked in several stores for the right kind of necklace for Karin.  I
couldn't really see her wearing any of the fancier designs that I could afford,
so I picked up a really nice one, not too fancy, false pearl with a pendant,
but I didn't think it looked obviously cheap either.  I had just paid for it,
and the saleslady had it on the counter to wrap it when Tomoko came up beside
me, and with a little coo of delight looked at the necklace.  Tomoko picked up
the necklace and held it so that it looked like she was wearing it.  "How's it
look?" she asked the saleslady.

     "Oh, it's beautiful on you, miss.  You wouldn't happen to be the young
lady he's apologizing to, would you?"  I had told the saleslady that I was
buying the necklace as an apology, so that she'd help me find something
appropriate.

     Tomoko gave me a brilliant smile.  "Oh, Junta, that's so sweet of you!
It's really not your fault that you had to leave me in the restaurant, but if
you want to make it up to me like this, who am I to argue?"  Saying that, she
put the necklace on, and kissed me quick.

     The next half hour or so were an odd sort of nightmare.  I wound up
helping her carry her purchases as she went from store to store, shopping for
clothes.  It seemed like every time I tried to bring up the necklace, she took
the subject and ran it in another direction, how I was so nice to buy it for
her, even though I had been kidnaped at GUNPOINT from the coffeehouse, and how
it was because a teacher called me away from home that she hadn't been able to
meet me at my house to continue what we had started at the coffeehouse. The
things she was saying managed to drive home that my dreamlike memories of how I
had been touching her in public were far more MEMORY than fantasy, and with
those arousing images in my mind, I followed her from place to place.

     When she went into a changing booth with a couple of dresses, I was
finally able to set her purchases down and flop onto one of the benches and try
to relax, but it seemed that Tomoko had other plans.  Only a few seconds after
I sat down, I heard the curtain of the changing both rustle, as though she had
bumped it while changing.  When I looked, the curtain had been nudged open a
good eight or ten centimeters, and I could easily see Tomoko as she changed.
She had already taken off her skirt and blouse, and my eyes quickly roamed up
and down her back, since she was turned away from the curtain, hanging her
skirt on a hook.  She had on a lacy black pair of panties that hugged her
bottom quite snuggly and a top that looked like a cropped tank top that left
her lower back bare.  She started to turn toward around, and I quickly stepped
to the side, so that she wouldn't know I had been watching her change.  It was
irrational of me, to say the least, considering that two nights previously, I
had been cutting and tearing her clothes, with her eager cooperation, but it
seemed like the thing to do at the time.

     I was going to pull the curtain closed for her, but another customer came
in to the booth area from the other end of the short hall, so I waited until
after they had pulled their own curtain closed before I reached for the curtain
to Tomoko's booth, intending to pull it closed.  It seems that Tomoko had other
ideas, though, since just as my fingertips touched the fabric, her hand grabbed
my wrist and pulled hard.  Martial artists will tell you that it's much easier
to throw somebody when they're not expecting it, and I guess that's pretty much
what happened, except that instead of being thrown, I got pulled into the booth
with Tomoko.  In a couple of quick motions, Tomoko pulled the curtain closed,
and had cuddled up against me, somehow having gotten my hands down on her ass.

     "Tomoko, what are you hUUmmm!"  It gets rather hard to talk when a girl is
kissing you, so instead I let my hands do what came naturally.  I don't know
just how long that kiss lasted, but eventually we broke for air.  "What are you
doing, Tomoko?"  I was leaning against the wall, with Tomoko bringing one of my
hands up to squeeze her breast through the tank top she had on.

     "Isn't this exciting, Junta?  I mean, the fact that there's so many people
around just seems to add a thrill, doesn't it?"  I certainly had to admit that
she had a point, and not just the one my thumb was rubbing against through only
one layer of cloth.  When I slid my other hand down between her thighs, then
back up to rub her through her panties, she suddenly gasped, then pushed her
hips back at the same time she pressed her breast harder against my chest, so
that I could feel her nipples pressing against me through our clothes.  She
moaned, then suddenly started apologizing, "I'm sorry, Junta.  I forgot!"

     Female logic sometimes makes my head hurt.  Here we were, making out in a
department store fitting room, with people all around us who could quite
possibly hear everything we did, when Tomoko suddenly starts apologizing for
forgetting something, instead of for taking something I hadn't bought for her.
"What did you forget, Tomoko?"

     "The panties!  I forgot to bring them, so I could give them to you!" she
looked honestly contrite about something that I remembered as being a minor, if
very arousing, demand I had made of her friday.

     I smiled down into her eyes as I simultaneously started squeezing her
nipple and hooked my fingers in the back of her panties and started pulling
them upward.  "And what do you think I should do about it?  You certainly seem
more eager to give them up than you were friday."  Even as I was pulling her
panties upward, something made me look up, to where I met the wide-eyed gaze of
a uniformed salesgirl, who had quietly pushed the curtain open about the same
distance it had been open before, and who looked as though she wanted to slip
in with us.  As much to the salesgirl as to Tomoko, I said, "Perhaps you need
something to keep from forgetting?  Perhaps some discipline?"

     The salesgirl nodded quickly, then after a quick look around, gave a
swatting motion while mouthing the words 'SPANK HER'.  At the same time, Tomoko
moaned happily, and pressed herself harder against my chest, until I could feel
the necklace digging into my chest even as she seemed to let her weight drop
into her panties, making them press against her harder as I kept up the tension
I had put on them by pulling them up in the back.  The salesgirl was actually
starting to step closer to the gap in the curtain when a woman's voice came
suddenly from the other side of the wall behind me, "Take it to a hotel, you
two!  Don't you have anything better to do than make a spectacle of your sex
life?"

     The salesgirl quickly twitched the curtain closed, then opened it all the
way, saying "Excuse me, but it's against store policy for more than one person
to be in a changing booth."  She reached around Tomoko to grab me by one ear,
"I'm sorry, but I have to ask you to leave the store, sir."

     Tomoko was sputtering with rage and frustration as I got dragged away from
the changing room.  About a quarter of the way from the changing rooms to the
main entrance, the salesgirl released my ear.  In a quiet voice, once she had
grabbed my arm, she said, "You really should, you know."

     "Excuse me?"

     "You know.  You should take her over your knee and spank her."  She took a
deep breath, "I saw her yesterday at my other job, and she was asking some very
direct questions about that sort of thing.  When I told her about my own
experiences," she started blushing, "I could tell that she was getting
aroused."

     It didn't surprise me to hear that Tomoko had been asking very direct
questions, but to be told about them was more than a little surprising.
"What's your other job?"

     She smiled, then whispered in my ear that she also cashiered at a nearby
store that everybody around knew specialized in `adult' merchandise, as well as
videos, books, and lingerie.  "She was taking a long time looking at some of
the B&D supplies as well as some lingerie.  She also picked up a number of
adult manga and magazines as well as a couple nighties."

     "Why are you telling me all this?"  I was glad I had picked up a couple of
Tomoko's bags, since they helped me hide my erection.

     "I saw you two at the coffeehouse friday.  When that other girl kidnaped
you, that entire room was swimming in hormones from watching you.  Anyway, I
think that if she keeps getting heated up like that, then interrupted, she's
likely to do something about it out of pure frustration."

     The rest of the conversation was pretty much cut off when the crowd got
thicker around us by the entrance to the mall.  She gave me her name and number
in case things didn't work out with Tomoko, and with a wink, told me she'd go
back and make sure that Tomoko knew where I was waiting.  It took a while, but
eventually Tomoko came out to meet me, blushing as soon as she met my eyes.

     We decided to hit the food court, since we were both getting hungry, and
felt like looking at the fish.  For those of you who don't know, the food court
at that mall has a sunken level, surrounded by gigantic aquariums.  It's a bit
of a tourist attraction, and was put in during the bubble economy, when the
mall's parent company was doing really good with its overseas deals.
Basically, once you get your food, you just go down into the aquarium section
by a short set of stairs, and watch the fish swim by as you eat.  It was
Tomoko's idea for her to buy the food, so I picked out a table and waited.

     Tomoko sat down across the table from me, and I swallowed, trying to make
my heart settle back into my chest, "Tomoko, we've got to talk about the
necklace."

     It was almost torturous, watching the way her face lit up.  "Oh, it's just
so adorable, Junta, and so kind of you to buy it for me.  What do you think?
Does it go with this outfit?"  She dangled it between her fingers, letting it
glitter in the lights of the food court.

     "Thanks, and I'm glad you like it, but there's a little bit of a problem."
I really hated to tell her that she had taken something I had intended for
somebody else, but I couldn't afford a second necklace like that, and I really
wanted to apologize to Karin.  "I bought it for..."

     Tomoko smiled even wider, "A surprise, right?  You wanted to surprise me
with it?  Well, I've got a surprise for you, too.  Want to try guessing the
color?"  I nodded, surprised at her saying she had a surprise for me.  "It's
something I'm wearing under my skirt..."

     It had to be those panties she was wearing, so I guessed "Black?"

     "Nope!  I'll give you two more chances, and if you're right, I'll give
back the necklace, so you can surprise me with it like you meant to."  She
rested her chin on the back of her hand, looking at me.

     Hmm, she must have changed panties after I got pulled out of the changing
booth...  What would be the sort of panties that she'd wear if they weren't
black?  "Red?"

     She shook her head, smiling.  "One more guess, and I'll let you find out
for yourself if you're right or not.  You'll just have to look under the
table."

     Ohboy.  Only one chance left to get Karin's necklace back.  What are
Tomoko's favorite colors?  Well, I've knocked two of them off the list.  Hold
it, what if she's keeping up with this thing of wanting to please me?  What
colors does she know I like?  "Blue!"

     She smiled, and seemed to slouch down a bit in her chair.  "Now you get to
see if you're right, Junta.  Take a look."

     I took a quick look around.  The way things have been going lately, I was
starting to become scared of some sort of disaster happening.  I knocked my
fork to the floor to have an excuse, and started bending over.  When I looked
under the table, I could see that Tomoko had lifted her skirt, but the
tablecloth on my side was blocking my view from mid-thigh up.  I bent over a
little further, and could just about see what she obviously wanted me to see,
when what felt like a size fifteen boot caught me right in the ribs under my
arm, throwing me nearly to the next table.  "Well, look what we got here, boys!
A pervert trying to look up a girl's skirt!"  The speaker was huge, and dressed
like something out of Hokuto No Ken, and so were his buddies.

     "Yeah, but look at the babe!  Do you blame 'im?"  One of the guy's buddies
grabbed Tomoko and pulled her out of the chair to almost toss her to the guy
that had kicked me.

     The kicker wrapped one arm around her, his hand settling on one breast as
he lifted her up...  I charged in, infuriated that anyone would treat a girl
like that, and even before I could reach him, he lifted one of those damn boots
of his, and almost casually, kicked me in the head, knocking me toward one of
his buddies, who gut-punched me, then slammed me with both hands, pushing me
over somebody else's table.

     When I got up, shaking my head to clear it, the creep groping Tomoko was
shouting to the watching crowd, "HEY, check this babe out!  Ain't she hot?"
The crowd drew away from him, the ones down in the aquarium section running for
the stairs, to avoid possibly getting involved, themselves.  With nobody
answering him, he ran his free hand up Tomoko's leg, shouting, "This girl's got
SOME legs, guys!  Wanna see?"  His buddies gave semi-coherent roars of rampant
approval, and the groper pulled out this huge knife that looked like it
belonged in a high tech gladiator movie.  I charged in again to stop him, too
mad to think about my martial arts classes, and probably because of that,
caught the sole of the groper's boot right to the face.

     It took me a little longer to get up this time, and by the time I did, the
groper had removed Tomoko's skirt, probably by cutting it off, revealing the
cutoff bluejean microshorts Tomoko was wearing, and looked like he was getting
ready to start cutting off her blouse, too.  When I charged in again, angrier
than I could ever remember being, one of his buddies elbow-slammed me in the
back as I went by him, and I staggered past before slamming into yet another
table.

     When I got up the next time, the groper had the knife at Tomoko's belly,
lifting upward, cutting away the tight fitting tank-top she had on, while she
was screaming to me for help.  I seemed somehow to be getting a second wind,
but before I could do anything with it, I saw Ami coming down the stairs behind
them.  I remember thinking to myself, `Oh, SHIT!  Ami was in the mall?  She's
gonna do something dumb, like attack these gorillas!', as Ami picked up one of
the chairs, and tried breaking it over the groper's head.  Unfortunately, he
seemed to be nearly three quarters of a meter taller than Ami, and the best she
could do was to slam it against the guy's upper back.  "Put her DOWN, you
monster!"  Ami was into the sort of temper where her voice gets shrill, and
I've never seen her back away from ANYTHING when she was like that.

     I gathered up my courage and stood up.  "Hey, UGLY!"  The groper turned
and looked at me.  "Are you so hard up that it takes you a weapon AND your two
ugly friends just to abuse a girl?

     He turned and looked at Ami, then licked the blade of his knife.  "Abuse?"
he repeated the verb as though he'd never heard it before, and was trying it
out to as though to taste it.  "Abuse? Whatever could you mean?  Oh, you must
mean like THIS!"  Carrying Tomoko as though she weighed almost nothing, he took
a quick step toward Ami, then lashed out at her face with the hand holding the
knife.  Ami almost seemed to fly backward as her short scream echoed in the
food court, along with the far quieter, but ominous sound of bone breaking.
Even as she slid to a stop against the wall, she started pushing herself up
off the floor.

---

     Inside Junta, something seemed to snap into place, and from within
himself, a voice seemed to tell him, `Up til now, women have made you feel like
a fool, with your loss of control around them, so you've had no thought of
protecting them.  But what is the strength of a man for, if not to protect
women?  If you accept the responsibility of protecting girls, I'll grant you
greater strength.  Will you accept the responsibilty?'

     Junta hesitated, watching as Ami stood unsteadily. `They won't make me
feel like a fool?' he asked the internal voice.

     `They might try, but you'll know you're using your strength as a man
properly, so you don't have to accept the feeling.  You'll know what you're
doing, and some of them will notice.  Will you accept your duty as a man?'

     Junta started running forward, shouting, both to the voice within himself,
and to the thugs before him, "I will protect women, and avenge the wrongs
villians do to them!"

     On the level above, Ryuuji smiled and leaned over the rail to watch his
underlings take Junta apart like an old toy, and when Bladeboy's foot came up
to slam into Junta's head, sending him crashing back over a table yet again, he
shouted out "Kick his ass up to his chest!"  A number of the girls around him
looked at him, but believing that he was cheering on Junta, turned back to the
fight.

---

     As I was picking myself up yet again, inside, I was chewing myself out.  I
resolved to myself that, whatever it took, I would protect the girls.  When I
looked back at Tomoko, that bastard with the knife had hooked the tip of the
blade in the zipper tab of her shorts, and it pulled downward until the waist
band of her shorts was gaping open, showing just about everyone that she wasn't
wearing any panties under the shorts.  She was thrashing in his grip, trying to
escape, and somehow it seemed that the sight of her tears, and her terror,
awakened a far stronger version of the electric tingle that her tears had
caused me in her home.  It felt as though my body were wrapped in lightning
that itself came from within me, my body burning with a fierce, golden-blue
flame. My muscles seemed to knot and burn, and it doubled me over in pain.  I
cried out as I straightened up, the scream seeming to come from the depths of
my soul.  It actually felt as though my nerves were pushed out through my skin,
and when I felt a constriction around me, something inside me pushed violently
outward.  I heard the snapping and creaking of thick glass, then an instant
later, the sound all around me of a wave of broken glass and water slamming to
the floor.

---

     Karin, who had rushed into the mall as soon as the fight had begun,
watched in dismay as Junta curled into a painful looking ball and begun
screaming.  When she saw what looked like lightning leaping randomly along his
skin, her blood chilled.  She had thought that the way he had seemed to glitter
in the restaurant was only her imagination, but seeing lightning on him, it
seemed as though Junta was passing into a whole new realm of ability, since
none of her files on the megaplayboy had any mention of any unusual ability
other than his sexual persuasiveness.

     He was still screaming as he straightened up, and when the glass of all
the aquariums surrounding the sunken level of the food court shattered at the
same time, all Karin could say was, "Telekinesis..." as the water, and doomed
fish, formed a pool that reached almost to Junta's knees.

-==-==-==-==-==-

     Once again, it seemed as though my body were under somebody else's
control, but instead of it being a seducer, it seemed to be some utterly
confident fighter.  I rose to an assured, almost cocky stance, grinned at the
thugs, and spoke.  "What I meant to say was that if you don't stop abusing the
girls, and let Tomoko go, it's time for you to see Hell."

     They looked at me in apparent disbelief, and the groper looked at me.
"What the fuck's going on here?  Who shoved a spine up YOUR ass?" he said as he
absently squeezed Tomoko's breast.

     One of the others, who was wearing a handkerchief over his hair with a
skull and crossbones design on it, laughed at me.  "Maybe that electricity and
the beating we've given him has driven him nuts!"

     I met the groper's eyes and let my hands curl into fists again.  "I'm not
kidding around.  You'll soon be seeing hell if you don't let the girl go within
three seconds."

     The idiot with the handkerchief lunged at me, and somehow the food court
seemed to flicker around me, and I was looking at him from over the shoulder of
his buddy, who had a massive cross shaped scar on his forehead.  I smiled,
"ONE"  Scarface swung at me, and I saw a glint of metal on his hand, as though
he were wearing huge rings on every finger, that were lined up.  I leaned to
the side just a touch, letting the brass knuckles pass by my cheek, then pushed
along his punch, sending him face first into the water.  "TWO".  Again the
room flickered, and this time I was standing in front of the groper. "Three."

     I caught Tomoko's eyes and smiled, then turned to her captor, "It's time."
I lashed out with my right hand, first slamming my knuckles against the muscles
of his lower arm, then pulling it outward, so that by the time he could think
of anything beside the pain in his arm, I was next to Ami with Tomoko cradled
in my arms.  I set her down, and ran my thumb down her cheek.  "Stay sharp, you
two, and head upstairs.  I've got something that needs doing."

     Tomoko collapsed in a combination of a swoon, and the release of tension
from being rescued.  Ami kept her from slipping all the way into the water, and
I noticed that her cheek looked swollen, and discolored.  "You OK, Ami?"

     "Not at all."  She seemed too busy with Tomoko to look at me, and the
sight of her injury seemed to fuel a coldly burning fury in me.  Those bastards
would pay a hundred times over for what they'd done.

---===---===---===---

     Above the fight, girls were looking at each other and gossiping about the
fight.  One girl turned to the guy next to her and asked, "Don't you think he's
cool?  He saved that one girl, and he's standing up to those bullies..."

     Ryuuji ground his teeth as the adoration of the girls around him went out
to Junta, then shouted down to his underlings, "What the hell are you waiting
for?  Kill this little shit right now, and I'll triple what I promised you
before."  The people around him stepped back, stunned by what they heard.

     Bladeboy grinned at his friends.  "You heard the boss, guys.  Let's do
this little bastard."

     Junta, having watched the girls starting up the stairs, turned back to the
gang in front of him.  "I'm going to be a sport about this.  I'll let you
attack me for three seconds, then I'll hit back.  Fair for you?"  Inside him,
his normal attitudes were shuddering.  Where was he getting this arrogant
confidence?

     As she walked up the stairs, Tomoko looked back, and along the railing of
the food court floor above the fight, caught a glimpse of a face that made her
heart chill as she heard him screaming out a demand for Junta's death.  Ryuuji
was in the mall?  He was supposed to be in jail!  What had happened?  One of
the thugs moved toward Junta, and she stayed where she was to watch.

     Scarface and Bladeboy rushed forward, trusting that Skull would back them
up from behind their intended victim.  When they saw him stepping into
position, Scarface laughed, "That money's as good as spent!"

-==-==-==-

     I don't really like to remember that fight, once I committed to it.  I
remember it all, how they seemed to move so slowly, while I moved like a
whirlwind around the strikes that they might as well have been sending by
telegraph.  I'd seem to feel where they INTENDED to hit me, and by instinct,
I'd dodge.  Then, when I'd attack, I felt like I was hitting human shaped
targets made of straw, the way they'd fly back from my blows.  I'm ashamed to
say that at the time, I relished the feeling of their bones bending, and
breaking, even though I could somehow feel those same sensations in myself.  I
guess that it's somehow right that if I have to hurt someone, for me to share a
part of their pain.

-==-==-==-

     For Karin, it was both horrifying and thrilling beyond belief to witness
the fight.  Thrilling, because she was watching Junta fight, which seemed to
rouse something unspeakably primitive inside her, and horrifying because of the
terrible ease with which he was defeating multiple opponents.  He seemed to
punish them like some avenginging angel, appearing not to move at all, but
still going from place to place...  Karin shook herself and looked again.  WAS
Junta TELEPORTING?  He didn't seem to leave ripples in the water as he seemed
to blink from one place to another.  In a horribly short time, his unarmed
foes lay motionless in the water.  One had been struck across the chest by
Junta, and had crumbled, gasping for breath before collapsing into the water
face first, and the other...  Karin shuddered.  The other had been caught
beneath the chin when Junta had done a jumping knee lift, and had fallen like a
puppet with its strings cut, his head at an unnatural angle on his neck.

     The man with the knife and mohawk hairdo tried a slash that, had it hit,
would have taken off Junta's head, but Junta ducked below it and with an elbow
smash, hit the man low in the belly, or possibly even the groin, causing him to
cry out and crouch.  Then everybody watching gasped as Junta jumped into the
air, coming from below them, his legs propelling him upward until he seemed
like he was about to hit the metal framework above them, turning and twisting
as he rose until at the peak of his leap, his head was pointing down at his
adversary, who had straightened up, watching him with a sick fascination as
gravity pulled him down.

     Junta balled his fists together as he started falling, and shouted
"Mega-Play FINAL CRUSH!!!" as his hands slammed into Bladeboy's face.  Ryuuji
heard bones breaking, and watched as the last of his underlings fell lifelessly
backward into the water.  When Junta started to look up and around at all the
people watching the fight, Ryuuji quickly backed away from the rails, then
walked away, furiously reconsidering his plans of revenge.

     For the vast majority of the girls who had crowded around the rail, seeing
Junta after that fight was a sexually definitive moment.  It seemed as though
Junta caught each and every one of them in a steamily sexual regard that
promised total and uncompromising pleasure if he ever met them in person, and
Karin was no exception to that rule.  After a few seconds of his meeting her
eyes, it felt as though the heat of her desires had melted her bones, and like
so many of the girls and women around her, she found herself collapsing to the
floor.

-=-=-=-=-=-

     For me, the next few hours were a nightmare.  Once I had helped Ami and
Tomoko up to the top of the stairs, I found myself collapsing at one of the
booths in the food court, surrounded first by mall security people, who were
trying to keep the witnesses from mobbing me, then, when they could push
through the crowd, police officers.  Ami was escorted to an ambulance, with a
police officer to ride with her, while Tomoko was hurried away by a couple of
officers, probably to get her statement, and interview her at the station.

     On the other hand, I was arrested, searched, handcuffed, and taken to the
closest jail.  When I arrived there, I was photographed from both sides and the
front, fingerprinted, and searched again.  Eventually, I was informed of the
charges against me.  Disturbing the peace, brawling in a public establishment,
and the charge that made all the others insignificant, MURDER.  I don't
remember exactly what degree they used to describe that last charge, but other
than the fact that it didn't seem to be premeditated, the charge was still
murder.

     It was early in the evening when I was finally able to call my parents,
and they were shocked to hear that I had killed three men in a brawl.  Dad
promised to call the school, and let them know that I wasn't skipping, but it
seemed surreally insignificant to know that my texts would be brought to me at
the jail, and my assignments called in to the police, who would collect them
and make sure that they got to my teachers.  After my phone call, I was locked
into a solitary cell, given a late meal, then left alone, with only the guard
outside the cell door, and the monitoring security camera for company.

     On monday, my schoolbooks and assignments got to me before I heard the
first thing about what was happening legally.  My parents called in the late
afternoon to inform me that they had been referred to a good lawyer, and that
she had been brought in to watch the food court security camera videos.  The
guard told me that the statements he had heard the witnesses giving were making
me sound like some sort of anime hero, and we both chuckled at that.  My memory
of the entire fight was fragmentary and unbelievable, and I told him that.
Incidentally, I spent most of that day lying on the cot, feeling as though
every bruise I had gotten in the fight was spreading out to blanket me in a
world of pain.  They sent in a doctor to check me over, but other than a slight
fever, which made him take a blood sample to check for anything contagious, he
told me to take it easy and stay in bed.

     About an hour later, a couple officers came down to my cell and escorted
me up to an interview room, where they supervised my meeting with my lawyer.
The lawyer, a young woman, looked at me oddly when they led her in.  I told her
what I remembered of the fight, and the events that led up to it, and told her
that I had only fought to defend Tomoko and Ami.  She told me that she believed
me, having spoken with both girls separately, as well as reading some of the
statements given by the witnesses.  Then she nodded at one of the guards
waiting by the door.  "Bring in the VCP rack, and plug it in."

     The guard opened the door, and a couple other people brought in a rolling
cart with a TV and a video casette machine, plugged it in, then left.  "The
Tokyo prosecutor's office has informed me that because of what these tapes
show, your case isn't going to be heard in the normal courts, but in the
Japanese special courts."

     "Special courts?  I've never heard of any sort of special courts."  I'm
sure that I sounded confused and clueless, but that's only because I actually
WAS confused and clueless.

     "Momonari-san, there are a lot of things that happen that normal people
either don't hear about, or that slip out of their minds.  For instance, you're
about to find that Japan, and in fact, the entire world, are far stranger than
most people will believe.  There are events going on all around us that shame
the imagination."  She took a deep breath, and looked at me.  "I'm required to
tell you that ONLY those things that directly have to do with your fight at the
mall are going to be considered by the court.  Anything else you discuss with
me will be considered confidential information."  She slid an ID card across
the table to me, which identified her as a JSDF Major, on duty with the
Japanese Special Courts, Honshu Central division.

     "You're an officer?"  She certainly didn't LOOK at all military.  She
looked like a moderately successful attorney.

     She slid her hand over the card while mumbling something, and it lifted a
little bit off the table before spinning, and changing its appearance.  "Among
other things, yes.  But at the moment, the important thing is that I was
referred to your parents to be your defender."  She picked up a remote control,
and started the tape playing.  "These images were selected from the security
cameras at the mall.  Unfortunately, we don't have a recording of what was
said, but the actions pretty much speak for themselves."

     I watched the video, which showed everything happening, starting with me
and Tomoko sitting down at the table.  A few seconds before I started looking
under the table, the three thugs came down the stairs behind me.  As I watched
myself get beaten on, and Tomoko being humiliated, I grit my teeth.  Then Ami
came down to try to help, and I saw again the leader of the three flip his
knife around and punch Ami in the face.  "Is she ok?"

     She paused the tape, and looked at me.  "At the moment, she's in the
hospital with a broken cheekbone, and being observed because of a concussion.
She's not happy, but it looks like she'll be ok once they rebuild her cheek,
which the mall's insurance will be paying for, since it happened on their
property. Now watch the rest of this.  Until now, it's simply been a matter for
the normal courts, but you're about to change that."

     She hit PLAY again, and I watched myself as I pushed myself up from the
floor, screaming.  Incredibly, I could actually SEE the lightning that I had
been sure was a figment of my imagination as it ran up and down my body, then
seemed to explode into a pillar reaching up toward the ceiling, and all around
me, the aquarium glass shattering.  After that, the fight was very short.  I
took Tomoko away from the maniac with the knife, and got both girls to the
stairs.  At this point, my lawyer hit the PAUSE button again.  "The rest of the
fight, for the purposes of this tape, is shown at about five to one slow
motion."  It looked like I didn't so much MOVE from one place to another as
flicker, and when my image struck, it seemed as though my foes were being hit
with an invisible sledgehammer.  When I jumped up to come down on the man with
the knife, the camera view shifted to a side shot, showing how far upward I had
propelled myself.

     When the last blow had been struck, and the fight ended, a picture of
Sugashita Ryuuji came on screen.  "Do you know this person?"

     "Yeah, he's an upperclassman of mine, and he tried to break in to Tomoko's
house last week.  We got in a fight, and I tried to protect Tomoko's reputation
by staging a fight between him and the security guard outside her door."  For
all I knew, my defender might have been able to tell when I was lying, so I
told her the full story of that encounter, as well.

     "As I'm sure you know, he was arrested that night, and taken to a hospital
to have his shoulder put back in joint.  The local precinct put a guard on him
at the hospital before processing him, and that guard fell asleep.  Apparently,
this Ryuuji woke up, crippled the guard, then drowned him in the bathtub of the
hospital room after stealing his gun and uniform to make his escape.  The
cameras caught him watching you getting beaten, and most of the witnesses
mention him shouting down to your attackers to kill you, and that he promised
to triple their payment if they did.  In the confusion after the fight, he left
the mall.  As of about twenty minutes ago, every precinct in Tokyo has received
color photoes of him, and news that he is wanted in association with the death
of a police officer, and other violent crimes, including Assault and Battery,
conspiracy, and reckless endangerment, as well as anything else we can make
stick."

     "Momonari Junta, as your defender, I see nothing in this tape that
contradicts your pleading `Not Guilty, for reasons of Self-Defense or the
Defense of Others', and I'm sure that the prosecution will have little choice
but to see it the same way.  There's going to be an initial viewing of the
evidence by a judge on wednesday morning, and I'm confident that you'll be
released on a signature bond.  If you are released, I'll meet you again here,
and we'll talk about what's been happening.  But at the moment, you can treat
your time here as protective custody."

     After that, she called for the guards that had led me from my cell to take
me back, and called all the others into the interview room.

     I don't know what happened after that, but my food was much better, and I
was given a somewhat more reasonable degree of privacy.

-=-=-=-=-

     Wednesday morning, in chambers, a judge listed to both the prosecuting and
defending attorneys argue their respective cases regarding Junta, and the
situation surrounding him.

     The prosecuting attorney was saying that Junta was obviously out of
control, and acting in an atypical manner, according to his middle school
teachers, and his martial arts instructor, and that because he didn't stop at
disabling his attackers, he had become a danger to the public at large, at
least until he learned how to control his own strength.

     The defending attorney pointed out that Junta was clearly the victim of a
premeditated assault, not just upon himself, but on Tomoko, as well.  The
attackers had obviously expected trouble, since two of them were wearing what
appeared to be body armor, and their leader had pulled a lethal weapon in
executing the assault, and had used it in an attack on one girl before Junta
was able to defend himself, and the girls.  Also, as far as the displayed
abilities were concerned, it should be considered that, unless the person who
displayed them was knowingly of a non-mundane heritage, the single most common
situation for unusual strengths and abilities to manifest is under extreme
stress, or threat.

     After nearly thirty minutes deliberation, the judge decided that Junta was
to be released on a signature bond, and that the designated local police
officers were to be given the task of watching him for signs of anti-social
behavior.  If he lost control without being provoked, his bail would be
revoked.

-=-=-=-=-

     It was late wednesday afternoon before I was released, like my attorney
had predicted, on a signature bond.  We talked for almost an hour about the
things that have been happening to me lately.  When I told her about Aoi Karin,
who apparently had come from the future to prevent me from becoming a Mega-
Playboy, she started taking notes.  She asked me to describe any technology
that I was shown, as well as Karin, and what I had seen her wearing, so that
those agents of the Special Courts in the area would know to be on the lookout
for her.

---

     At her time machine, watching Junta talking to his lawyer, Karin seemed to
turn pale.  Her presence in this time was becoming official knowledge!  She'd
have to start wearing dresses and such in order to blend in, and to use her
grav-bike as little as possible.  While she was panicing about that, she missed
the remainder of Junta's discussion with his attorney.

---

     I told my attorney everything, at least in general, only going in detail
when she asked me specific questions.  When I mentioned going for karaoke in
Tomobiki, she nodded and told me that I was free to accept the management's
offer of free meals and drinks, that it was purely a business matter with them.
She also went on to tell me that so far as Karin's referring to me as a
Megaplayboy was concerned, the police would take an interest only if the girl
were underage, or filed a complaint against me, since regardless of the
practical problems involved in it, there isn't any law against one man being
involved with any number of women, or vice-versa.

     Speaking of police, she let me know that I would be under a degree of
police observation, since I seemed to have somebody out to kill me, who had
proven himself capable of both conspiracy and direct, premeditated murder, and
now had possession of a police firearm.  After that, the conversation went to
things that seemed essentially trivial, until a small police car pulled up in
front of the coffeehouse where we were having our discussion.  Surprisingly, I
knew the officers who got out of the car, Kobayakawa Miyuki, and her partner,
Tsujimoto Natsumi.  Knowing them, I realized that the huge motorcycle cop who
had responded when I called in the assault on the security guard at Tomoko's
place must have been Nakajima Ken.

     When they walked in, they looked around until my attorney waved them over.
When they reached the table, Miyuki introduced herself and Natsumi, then they
sat down after I also introduced myself.  My attorney laid her business card on
the table, and once everyone with an interest in it had looked at it, took
charge of the conversation.  "Ladies, this young man is Momonari Junta, who
very recently became involved in matters requiring the attention of the Special
Court system.  Pending completion of the investigation and trial, you're to
keep an eye on him, and if you see THIS young man," she slid photographs of
Ryuuji to both officers, "you're to call it in immediately.  That is Sugashita
Ryuuji, who late last thursday night, assaulted a security guard, broke into a
private residence, and attempted to kill Junta and a young woman. According to
Junta, he rendered Sugashita unconscious and took him outside by the security
guard. Junta then anonymously called in the assault, and called an ambulance to
the scene, letting them know it was a crime scene.  Sugashita was hospitalized
under police guard instead of being taken directly to jail.  The officer on
guard apparently fell asleep in the hospital room.  Sugashita woke up, realized
the extent of the trouble he was in, and in order to make good his escape,
assaulted the officer, stole his uniform and gun, then drowned him in a
bathtub."

     Natsumi leaned forward, pulling her copies of the pictures closer to her.
"It's confirmed?  He's a cop-killer?"  Miyuki was only a fraction of a second
slower in reacting, but too polite to interrupt her partner.

     "He was photographed and fingerprinted on admission to the hospital, since
he was a suspect in a violent crime.  Sugashita's prints were found on the
faucet handles of the tub where the officer was drowned, and hospital security
cameras show no unauthorized people coming onto that floor prior to the
assault.  They do show a man in police uniform exiting at 3:28 AM, who had the
same hair color and body proportions as Sugashita, who was slightly smaller
than the assaulted officer.  A search warrant of Sugashita's home, and
questioning of the staff, did not give any clue as to his whereabouts, but a
maid mentioned that Ryuuji's room was in a state of disarray, as though
belongings had been grabbed quickly, on friday morning.  His bank accounts have
shown large withdrawals taking place from bank machines.  Since he's suspected
of murder, it's been decided to not freeze his accounts, to avoid forcing him
to find other sources of cash, but his accounts have been flagged, and whenever
there's a transaction, the police will be notified immediately.  Hopefully
we'll catch him that way.  To answer your question, I can't say it's CONFIRMED,
but the evidence is overwhelmingly against him, to the point where there are at
least three prosecutors trying to get the case.  They're saying it's pretty
bulletproof."  My defendor took a sip from her coffee,  "If you see him
approaching Junta, you're to take whatever actions you feel appropriate and
necessary to safeguard him.  It is strongly believed that Sugashita intends to
either kill Junta, or have him killed."

     Miyuki nodded, "We watched the tapes from the mall, and read some of the
statements, so we know what happened.  Sugashita was heard yelling for the
attackers to kill Junta for triple payment.  Right now, I've got three
questions.  Who else is on this protective assignment, how close are we to
guard Junta, here, and is there anything we should be aware of?"  She smiled at
Natsumi, having just barely spoken first this time.

     "Nakajima Ken will be part of the guard rotation, as well as three other
designated officers for the special courts.  You have to balance being
effective with being discreet.  There's a girl with light blue hair that is
also to be watched for, as she's apparently a time traveller on a mission
concerning Junta.  You're not to get involved in her actions, just observe
them, and him.  She calls him a Megaplayboy, so keep that in mind. Also, you
are to watch him for anti-social tendencies, in order to satisfy the
prosecution that the public welfare is being safeguarded"  Both police officers
looked closely at me, then shrugged.

     "Junta, the other officers will introduce themselves to you.  You're
allowed to ask them to be either more discreet, or to move in closer, at your
discretion.  Just remember they're there to catch a killer, as well as watching
you, and that the killer seems to be after you."

-==-==-==-

     Miyuki and Natsumi took me home, and explained to my parents about how,
for my own protection, I was to be watched, and what the arrangements were.  My
father just sort of grunted about it and asked if the officers would be eating
at our restaurant, and be in uniform.  On the other hand, my mother seemed to
be completely unfazed by the whole matter, and after handing me a small stack
of phone messages, started chattering away with Natsumi and Miyuki as though
the entire situation were perfectly normal.

     The messages were a rather mixed lot.  A message to call my music teacher
as soon as I had some time free, a message from the school nurse, a message
asking me to visit Ami's parents, nine messages from Tomoko, a message from the
manager of Coffehouse K2R that their private tea room was being made available
to me, and from some of the upperclassman girls, a small stack of messages
asking me to call them.  I went up to my room, and found another stack of
messages, apparently from the mail, or dropped off for me by people stopping
by.  I decided to deal with the messages by relative importance, with Ami's
parents coming first, then the school nurse and the music teacher, and the rest
of the messages could wait until after people got home from school.

     Natsumi and I walked over to Ami's home, where her parents treated me like
a long lost son for rescuing their little girl.  After a little while, they
asked me to visit Ami, who was up in her room, having just been released from
the hospital that same afternoon.  Her parents seemed to think that she'd be
grateful for my dealing with her attackers, but then again, they seemed to
think it was some sort of random attack by gangsters that had hurt Ami.  Ami
knew better, and let me know it as soon as I walked in her room.  "Well, mister
Playboy?  What did you do to Ryuuji that he decided to turn loose his goons on
you, and he didn't mind if the girl he was chasing got hurt in the bargain?"

     I gave the polite version of what had happened, leaving out all the
details, and Ami almost started laughing, until the pain from her cheek stopped
her.  "Really, Junta, you expect me to believe that he decided to try to cut
you open because he saw you and Tomoko on the couch, and to do that, he
attacked a security guard first?  What were you two doing, having sex?"

     Well, the conversation seemed to go downhill from there.  I told her what
Tomoko had been doing when Ryuuji broke in, and after that, she seemed to feel
that even though Ryuuji had been overreacting, everything was all my fault.  It
was my fault because I started taking advantage of Tomoko, even though I knew
she was supposedly being chased by Ryuuji, it was my fault that the fight took
place in a public place, it was my fault that Tomoko was being abused, and
because of that, it was my fault that she had to go in and try to rescue me,
getting hit by a gorilla with a knife in the bargain.  I stayed there until her
temper wore down, and when she started crying, I tried to comfort her, but she
started screaming for me to get out of her room.

     I left, apologizing, and apologized to her parents for disturbing her.  I
felt miserable, since it seemed to me like she had a serious point about how
the guilt should be portioned out.

     When I got back up to my room, I called my music teacher.  Yamada-sensei
actually suggested that I skip the club meetings for the rest of the week,
since I sounded depressed, and offered private practice sessions at her place,
should I want them.  I'm sure she would have made her offer more explicit, but
she had had to come to her office to take my call, and I could hear student
voices in the background.

     Next, I returned the call from the school nurse.  She told me that my
having been involved with the police was a good excuse for missing my scheduled
appointment for her to re-examine me after my illness, but she intended to see
me as soon as possible.  I agreed that I probably should be seen before I went
back into classes, and when she suggested my coming in for an examination at
the end of the school day, I didn't see any reason to disagree.

     Miyuki and Natsumi had changed out of their uniforms by the time I was
done with my first calls, and Miyuki volunteered to escort me to my appointment
while Natsumi returned their police car and got their regular vehicles.  When I
got downstairs, Nakajima Ken was sipping tea at one of the tables.  Natsumi
gave Ken a sly grin, and a playful nudge with her elbow that had him wincing as
she told him to take good care of me and Miyuki.  Ken flushed at what she said,
and when I looked toward Miyuki, she was also blushing.  When Ken and Miyuki
stood next to each other, they made a wonderful couple, obviously crazy about
each other, and reluctant to show it directly.

     Those two decided to walk behind me, so that we weren't obviously a group
as I walked to my appointment.  I guess that Ken, and another officer would be
taking up a temporary groundskeeper's job, so that they could keep an eye on
the outside of the building while I was at school, while Miyuki and Natsumi
would find other ways to keep an eye on me during the day.

     One of the girls gym classes was on the front lawn of the school,
apparently planning on doing a neighborhood run, instead of just using the
track at the back of the school.  One of the gym teachers likes to do that, and
has done it for a couple of years during warm weather.  The sight of the girls
jogging around the streets had caused me to throw up a couple of times, until
they moved me away from the window seats in middle school, but today, watching
them stretch, I instead felt that electric tingle run up and down my body for
the first time since the fight.  I saw a couple of the girls look at me, and I
smiled back and gave a wink before I went into the school.

     The nurse's examination of me started with me filling out a short stack of
forms, then she went over my health history with me.  Miyuki excused herself so
she could fill in the principle on what was happening, at least regarding my
being watched over by police while at school.  After that, the nurse started
the exam, taking my temperature, listening to my heart and lungs through a
stethoscope, and such.  When the last class let out, she put a sign on the door
that an exam was taking place, and locked the door before turning around and
telling me to undress.  I stripped down to my underwear as she watched, then
sat on the edge of the examining table.

     She had me cross my legs, then brought out the wedge shaped rubber mallet
for checking my reflexes.  When she tapped me below the knee, my leg seemed to
fly up, much quicker than I expected.  She rechecked her results a few times on
that leg, then the other.  She did some other reflex tests, noting down the
results each time, then surprised me by asking me to follow her into the back
room of her office, and have a seat on one of the beds.

     When I sat down and looked at her, she was unbuttoning her nurse's outfit,
and smiling at me.  "I told you last week that I was looking forward to helping
you with your problem with arousal."  She dropped the traditional white smock
on the floor as she slipped out of her shoes.  Stepping closer to me, she
removed a hair ornament, then shook her head, letting her hair flow over her
shoulders.  "My roommate says you're a bundle of surprises.  Let me surprise
you."  She clasped my hands in hers, and brought them up to her breasts.

     I could feel that she wanted to be the seducer in this, so I moved my
fingers slowly and gently on her, barely exerting any pressure at all.  "Your
roommate?  Who...?"

     "Yamada Yukiko.  Now hush, and pay attention to me."  Her hands on mine
encouraged me to more firmly caress her as she kissed me.

-==-==-==-==-==-

     In the hallway, Miyuki watched the last of the students walk by, gossiping
about the possible causes for a neighboring district's high school to explode
into flames, and almost completely burn down the prior week.  It seemed that
the minority opinion was that it was purely an accident.  Others thought it was
aliens, with a couple people claiming to have seen a giant wooden(?) spaceship
shooting at the ground right before the second fire of the night, which was
being attributed to the explosive combustion of a medium sized LNG tank.

     As the building became quieter with the departure of students and staff,
Miyuki started to hear noises, quiet at first, but growing louder, coming
through the door of the nurse's office.  Feeling like an eavesdropper, she put
her ear against the door.  What she heard made her blush, then quietly call Ken
on her cell phone.  "Ken, it sounds like he's going to be a while with the
nurse.  No, nothing dangerous.  Remember the briefing, about him being some
sort of mega-playboy?  It's not sounding so ridiculous anymore.  No, it sounds
very voluntary in there, and I'm not sure who seduced who.  I think I'll be
doing my watching for a reasonably safe distance, after this."

     After ironing out the details of their duties with Ken, Miyuki sat a
little further down the hall, where the moans and passionate cries from the
nurse's office were less distracting.

-==-==-==-==-==-

     Around seven in the evening, the nurse collapsed on me for what seemed
like the fifth time, repeating her promise (to me or herself, I'm not sure) to
not leave the apartment the next time I was to meet Yamada-sensei there.  I
showered quickly, then dressed, thinking about the nurse's request.  She wanted
my help in treating the shyness of some of the girls in the school, but at the
moment, she didn't want to tell me how, though I had my suspicions, especially
when she said that I'd need a bit more experience.

     When I met Miyuki in the hall, she blushed, and seemed to carefully avoid
asking any questions before she handed me my homework assignment slip.  She
walked ahead of Ken and I while we got acquainted, part of which consisted of
Ken telling me that if I tried anything with Miyuki, I'd be wearing my arms
like a bow-tie, since he planned on asking her to marry him soon.  Somehow, I
didn't mind the threat, even though I was sure he could do it, regardless of
how strong I was becoming.  I told him I wouldn't do anything with her, and he
seemed to accept it as man-to-man promise, and nodded.

     The rest of the night was spent doing my homework, once I got Mom to take
messages for me from the girls who were calling.  Before going to bed, I called
Tomoko, and promised I'd see her at school.

     When I opened my closet to pull out my futon, I got a major surprise.
Lying on the folded futon, with the display unit for her little camera-bots in
hand, was Karin, sound asleep.  I hated to wake her up, but I needed my sleep
too, so I nudged her shoulder.  "Hey, Karin.  Wake up."  I tried whispering it,
but she just turned away from the room light.

     I got a bit louder, and shook her shoulder again, this time actually
noticing that she wasn't wearing her purple outfit, but instead wearing jeans
and a shirt.  When I shook her the second time, she stirred, and looked at me.
She blinked a few times, then stretched, which did interesting things to her
shirt, and looked me right in the eyes.  "Good evening, Junta.  Did you have a
nice time with the nurse?"  She climbed out of the closet, her expression
clouding with what appeared to be anger.  "Do you have any idea how much
trouble you're putting me in?"

     "Lots?"  If she was sent to keep me from being with girls, so far it
seemed as though her mission was a total failure.

     "I got a call while you were sitting in jail that unless things improved
soon, I'd be tried for TREASON when I got home!"  Her eyes took on a sparkle
from light shining from her unshed tears.  "I don't want to die, Junta!  Now I
have to start dressing in these antiques, and I can't fly on my cycle, because
the police are watching for me, and every time you're with a girl who's not
protected like I am, you're pushing me closer to a bullet!"

     I felt that electric sensation again as I gathered her close to my chest
and held her.  I'm not sure what I said, but when she looked up at me, she
wrapped her arms around me and didn't seem to want to let go.  A couple minutes
later, as I was trying to comfort Karin, my mother came in, saw us standing by
the closet, and decided to lay out my futon and blankets, all the while
chattering about how good it was to have me back home, and wasn't it nice that
my girlfriend was staying with us...

     Nothing happened sexually between Karin and I that night.  She was scared
at the accusation of treason, and mad at me for what I'd done with the nurse.
We did wind up sleeping under the same blankets, but we set things up so that
we wouldn't come into direct contact, which seemed the thing to do.

---

     When I woke up the next morning, I found a note on the window frame from
Karin, telling me that she had gotten an alert from her time machine that she
had to check on, and that she was glad I had been so understanding last night.
I didn't think there was anything unusual, it just hadn't seemed like she was
in the right sort of mood for anything other than being held and reassured.

     Anyway, I got ready for school, had breakfast, and walked out, only to run
into Ami, whose parents were taking her to wait for an appointment with a
doctor to examine her cheek, now that the swelling was starting to go down.
Her parents shrugged helplessly at me when Ami glared at me, then started
walking away.  It really hurt, seeing my friend walk away like that, blaming me
for what had happened.

     My mood was pretty black as I walked to school, with Ami blaming me for
her cheek getting broken, and Karin's news about an accusation of treason
against her, which could carry a penalty of death for her.  I'm pretty sure I
returned a number of greetings on my way to school, but I can't make myself
remember who greeted me.

     When I got onto the school grounds, it seemed like at least a quarter of
the girls from the various clubs and teams crowded around me, asking questions
about how I did the things I did during the fight.  I figured that if I stuck
around outside and answered all their questions, (some of which were incredibly
personal) me and all the girls would get in a lot of trouble, so I promised
them that I'd talk to them later as I made my way up to my homeroom.  Once I
sat down, the guys that sat close to me turned out to be almost as bad as some
of the girls had been, asking if I had scored with Tomoko, and what she looked
like while the guy with the knife had been stripping her, and what had happened
to me to cure me of my problem with girls.  One guy asked what I think to this
day is the hardest question to answer; how I felt when I killed the people
attacking me.

     I was saved from answering the questions when the teacher came in and
promptly started taking role-call.  Three guys and a girl wound up standing out
in the hall with buckets of water for trying to ask me questions, or pass notes
to me.  During my morning classes the teachers seemed to want me to answer most
of the questions, partly to punish me for having to miss school because I was
arrested, partly to test what they should expect of me academically, and
(probably) mostly to keep me too busy to answer any of the questions and notes
I was getting from the students around me.

-==-==-==-==-==-

     Ryuuji took a second look through the binoculars and barely kept from
grinding his teeth in fury.  He swept the binoculars around the entrances,
noting the new groundskeepers.  He almost laughed when he saw Nakajima Ken
raking the lawn near the front entrance, as though somebody as huge and
distinctive as "The White Hawk" could really be hidden just by doing menial
labor! Obviously, the police had figured out who he was, and what he intended
to do to Junta.  He had enough cash and connections to get out of Japan after
he slipped past Junta's police observers, and his family's swiss bank accounts
would set him up very comfortably.  His spanish was pretty good, maybe he'd go
to one of the South American countries.

     Ryuuji picked up his recently stolen cell phone and punched a quick series
of numbers.  When the phone was picked up, he asked a couple questions, then
hung up.  While he waited for the returned call, he scanned the school from
roof to gates, trying to figure out where the police were stationed.  It took
about 40 minutes until the phone rang.  He picked it up, listened, and when he
set it down, he smiled.  It seemed that the old storm drain system went under
the school and the school basement opened onto it through a couple large
grates, which were meant to allow the school's typhoon shelter to drain
readily.  Ryuuji patted his school bag, empty of everything except a clean
school uniform, and the pistol he had taken from that sleeping cop he had
killed in the hospital.  Even if he wound up getting a little dirty, he could
clean up, and once he was in the school, nobody except the few police inside or
the principle would notice him, since the police wouldn't have told any of the
other teachers or students, to prevent a possible panic.  Sometimes the crowd
control mentality of your average cop was a wonderful thing.  It made them
leave huge holes in their plans that somebody intelligent could turn against
them.

-==-==-==-==-==-

     Karin Aoi looked at the new DCM bullet that had been waiting for her in
her time machine.  It was certified by Doctor Mori as being the proper formula
to completely defuse the Megaplayboy, and had been shifted to her at great
expense.  She had known that this would have to happen, but after what had
happened up at the hot spring, she had hoped to get him alone again, and feel
him...  She stopped that line of thought with a blush.  It still made perfect
sense to her to keep his playboy instincts blunted by making sure a girl who he
couldn't get pregnant help keep him away from the vulnerable girls around him,
who were unprepared for his charm, and looks, and wonderful hands, and....

     Karin resolved to not get close to Junta until after his second dose of
DCM, and picked up the scoped carbine version of her handgun so that she could
dose him at a distance.  Obviously, her knowing about his charm wasn't enough
protection, so she'd have to keep her distance.

     Positive that her involvement in this time period was nearly at an end,
Karin put on her uniform and rode her grav-cycle to the top of a business
across the street from the school.

-==-==-==-==-==-

     My last morning class was English, which most people hated, but I liked.
Since my parents had been host-parents to some American college students, I'd
been well ahead of my classmates with English.  I learned a lot from talking
with them, and hanging out with other Americans.  That's where I started liking
some American music, particularly rock and accapella.  That morning was a test,
and I pretty much breezed through it.  English is far from easy, but since I
like the songs so much, I've studied it much more than most Japanese.  Besides,
more than once I've been able to help a confused tourist, or when I felt kinda
petty, insult one of the guys without getting him too mad.  Of course, now my
insults had to be more subtle than they used to be, but with some of the slang
I've learned, that's still not terribly hard.  After the test, I asked to be
excused, and the teacher permitted it.  I grabbed my lunch out of my locker,
and deciding where to eat, I scribbled a quick note to Tomoko where I'd be.

-==-==-==-==-==-

     Across the street, Karin had cursed the people who had designed her
uniform, as well as her decision to have a big breakfast, since she had to go
to the bathroom so fiercely that she finally went to a public bath to use their
plumbing.  When she checked the time, she figured that Junta's class wouldn't
be having lunch for at least another half hour, and even then, Junta was likely
to be mobbed by the same girls she had watched surround him when he got to
school.  Taking all that into account, she decided that five hundred yen and
about a half hour were very reasonable expenditures to take a good hot soak.

-==-==-==-==-==-

     Since I was hungry, I ate my lunch quickly, then stretched out to enjoy
the relative quiet of the day, and look at the stack of notes that had been
shoved into my locker.  A good number were nice and polite, in the sort of
hiragana and kanji that generally only girls take the time to write, telling me
their names, which homerooms they were in, their phone numbers, and that they
wanted to get to know me.  Several of them included a picture, while the
majority of the rest also included their three sizes.  One note, in a thick
envelope, startled me.  It was from a senior, and included a number of explicit
pictures of her stripping, and posing in assorted lingerie.  It was only when I
dropped one of the pictures that I noticed more writing on the back.  On the
back of each of the pictures, she had written something that she'd either like
to do for me, or that she'd like me to do to her.  It was hard for me to put
those pictures away, but after a second look through the pictures, I put them
away in my bag before Tomoko came up to join me.

-==-==-==-==-==-

     Tomoko glanced at the clock again, and finally asked for permission to go
to the bathroom.  With a bored nod, the independent studies teacher waved her
out of the room.  Once Tomoko was out of the classroom, she rushed to the
stairwell to the roof, and with her heart beating heavily, locked the door
behind her.  Taking a couple extra minutes, she went down to the first floor,
as well, locking the door on that level, as well, to keep any of the OTHER
girls from discovering where Junta had gone.

     After sunday, Junta had started to become the hottest topic of gossip,
rumor and actual conversation among the girls.  Those girls who had been at the
mall seemed to have become the center of attention from those who hadn't, who
wanted to know about the fight, and more importantly, about Junta.  A few even
started speculating about Tomoko.  Tomoko blushed when she remembered one of
the senior girls, who had actually been close to the fight and witnessed Junta
rescuing her, asking if she would mind holding her down for Junta to ravish.
She'd even let Tomoko know that if she wanted, she was available for her, even
without a guy in the picture.

     Tomoko climbed the steps as quickly and quietly as possible, then, after
pausing to take off her panties, stepped out on the roof.  It took her a moment
to find Junta, who was sitting with his back against the side of the gym,
humming one of his gaijin songs.  Tomoko walked as quietly as she could up to
him, but before she could kneel down like she wanted to, he spoke.  "I've been
waiting, Tomoko."

     "I came as soon as I could, Junta."

     "Have you got something you want to show me?"  Junta opened his eyes, and
Tomoko couldn't decide whether the best way to describe the look he gave her
was freezing heat or scorching cold.  It heated her blood at the same time it
raised goose pimples all over her body.

     "Yes, sir."  She moved her feet to about shoulder width, then lifted the
front of her skirt, showing her pantiless crotch to him.  His eyes seemed to
leave a trail of chilled fire as they moved up to her lifted skirt, where the
fire seemed to lose its chill, and enter her as she so desperately wanted Junta
to do.  Looking at him, she could tell that he was getting hard by the way he
shifted his legs, and the growing bulge in his pants.

     "Very nice, Tomoko.  Now turn and show me your ass."  As she turned, Junta
adjusted himself in his pants to make his bulge less conspicuous when he stood.

     Tomoko squeaked when Junta brought one hand onto the softly firm curve of
her ass, the other closing gently around one breast.  As his fingers moved over
her ass, she moaned, "Oooohh, Junta, I've been looking forward to this...  AAH,
a little harder, please..."  She closed her eyes while she pressed his hand
even harder against her breast, and inhaled as his fingers tightened slightly
on her nipple.

     When the hand left her ass, Tomoko wanted to moan in frustration until she
felt Junta pulling her against his chest, his pelvis pushing against her
through her short skirt.  Both of his hands were now on her breasts, teasing
and stimulating her...

-=-=-=-

     Ryuuji discarded the cell phone, satisfied that he had no further need of
it, then started up the steps to the roof.  That bastard Momonari was up there
pawing HIS slut!  She might not know it yet, but Saeki belonged to HIM!  As he
climbed the steps, he pulled out the policeman's pistol.  Anyone who got in his
way was going to regret it.

-=-=-=-

     Karin returned to the rooftop, confident that since she was several
minutes early for Junta's lunch break, she'd be able to keep an eye open for
him, and if she had a good clear shot, dose him with the proper medicine.  She
gave a quick glance at the school, and with her heart contracting suddenly,
zoomed in on the couple on the roof.  It was Junta and Saeki.  Tomoko was
eagerly returning Junta's kisses even as he drew her bra from inside her opened
shirt. When Karin flipped back her helmet, and drew the DCM carbine up to her
shoulder, through the scope she could see Junta drawing one hand up between
Tomoko's thighs.  Tomoko was gripping the mesh of the safety fence with both
hands spread widely apart and raised over her shoulders as she pushed her hips
back at Junta.

     Touching a control on the gun, Karin took a careful sight on Tomoko,
letting the gun get the range, and adjust the sights.  The sight seemed to dip
a little within the scope, and Karin raised her aim.  If Tomoko, for even a
second, got out of the way, Karin would be able to take the shot. However,
Tomoko seemed to always be in the way, eagerly accepting Junta's every touch.
Karin couldn't help imagining herself in the same situation, and her own
nipples began to harden, and between her thighs, a moist heat seemed to blossom
as she watched Junta's fingers pushing into Tomoko, and pinching her nipples.

     Watching them through a scope, Karin couldn't help but compare the real
megaplayboy before her to the brutal caricature that had been presented in the
documentaries.  The real Junta had no need to kidnap or drug his partner, and
if there was any bondage, Karin was sure that it would be not just consensual,
but actually at his partner's request.  It seemed to her that the documentary
videos, instead of merely chronicling Junta, had been turned toward the ends of
propagandists, stirring up anger at his memory, and the reputations of the
women around him.

-==-==-==-

     Ryuuji paused at the top of the stairs, catching his breath.  He shifted
the gun from one hand to the other, wiping his palms, then pushed through the
door.  When he looked off to one side, he saw Junta pushing Tomoko's skirt up
over her ass while she seemed to eagerly shift her stance, making herself as
available to him as she could.  Gripping the gun in both hands, he brought it
up, sighting on Junta's back, and drawing the hammer back with his thumb before
he spoke.  "She's MINE, you little fucker! Like it or not, nobody fucks her
until after I'm done with her!"

     Junta and Tomoko both froze at the sound of Ryuuji's voice.  With a
feeling of direct danger, Junta brushed Tomoko's skirt back to re-cover her
ass, and zipping up, turned to face Ryuuji.  "She's not property, Ryuuji."
Junta's tone of confidence wavered when he noticed the gun pointing at his
chest.

     Karin nearly pulled the trigger on Junta when he froze, but as he moved,
she saw Ryuuji behind Junta, pointing a gun at him.  Her orders regarding her
mission were very clear on the matter of Junta's survival, since he was the key
to the time travel theorists meeting each other.  Under NO circumstances was
she to allow him to die, even as the result of an action by his contemporaries.
Weighing the priorities, she quickly came to a decision.  Taking a sight on
Ryuuji's head and resetting the range, she fired, knowing that the last chance
for her agency to contain the megaplayboy's urges was being sacrificed due to
her carbine not having an alternate barrel.

-=-=-=-

     In the futures, several people were watching Karin take the fateful shot.
Doctor Mori smiled.  Once Junta impregnated Karen, his work would be complete.
In another future, an engineering team exchanged high-fives, since their work
on the fence had deflected Karin's bullet just enough, without shattering the
absurdly fragile round.  Among a number of possible futures, people celebrated
or mourned the success or failure of various plans.

-=-=-=-

     At that moment, looking at Ryuuji, I wanted to be almost anywhere but
where I was, but I couldn't leave Tomoko.  Ryuuji was wild-eyed as he looked at
us, and unless he was stopped somehow, he'd abuse her badly.  That was when I
saw him suddenly twist as though something had jabbed him, and at practically
the same moment, I heard the loud crack of a gun going off across the street.
The world flickered around me twice as I heard Tomoko give a terrified scream.
The first time the world flickered, I saw the school nurse at her desk, and the
second time, I found myself in my family's basement.  I looked at my watch, and
saw that it was still the beginning of lunch period!  The room seemed to sway
around me, and went dark.

-=-=-=-

     Karin blinked twice at the scene on the school roof.  Both Junta and
Tomoko had disappeared!  Sugashita was stumbling back into the stairwell, and
she knew that every beat cop within blocks had heard her shoot.  Climbing onto
her cycle, she took off as fast as she could, shooting straight up until she
could no longer make out people on the ground below her, then flying directly
to her time transport.  She had to report in!  It wasn't HER fault!  Now if
only they'd agree that her using her precious second shot was justified
according to her orders.

-=-=-=-

     Ryuuji dropped the pistol back in his schoolbag as he stumbled down the
stairs.  He was almost sure that he could see Ken Nakajima pulling at the doors
on the first floor, but he wasn't willing to stick around long enough to make
sure, so he hurried to the basement, and back down into the storm sewer.  His
shoulder was on fire, and every beat of his heart just spread the flames within
him.  When he got to the river drain, one of his last underlings was waiting
for him.  He climbed into the back of the truck, and went unconscious.

     Within Ryuuji's bloodstream, massive amounts of DCM compounds went to
work, changing and shifting Ryuuji's genetic structure and body chemistry in
ways that would be incomprehensible to chemogeneticists for hundreds of years.
An alert observer, had one been in the back of the truck with him, could have
seen subtle changes occuring as muscles twitched spasmodically. When Ryuuji was
moved to a bedroom above a yakuza prostitution and gambling den, the woman who
was told to watch him bathed his wound.

     Within an hour, a doctor who had been suitably imtimidated regarding undue
curiosity picked the last fragments of the bullet from the wound, and carefully
threw them away.  As she stitched at the wound, Ryuuji's hand suddenly grabbed
hers.  As her vision clouded from sudden exhaustion, the masculine figure
beneath her seemed to shrink in on itself, becoming feminine, and familiar.
When the screaming started, she watched as her own body scrambled out of the
bed, then explored herself with her hands, while mumbling incoherently.  With
the sort of detachment that only comes of utter exhaustion, she watched her new
twin strip to examine his now female body, noting absently that the gunshot
wound had completely healed, and that the stitches she had been putting in had
fallen out of the skin as it reshaped.

     Ryuuji stood next to the bed, running his hands up his body, exploring the
first insane thing about a world gone mad.  His hands cupped the breasts on his
ribcage, and feeling an entirely new range of sensation, rubbed around the
nipples.  That tentative exploration yielded a response that was utterly beyond
any experience he had ever had, and eagerly, he walked to the bathroom, to look
at his new gender.  In front of the mirror, he repeated his examinations until,
with a sly look, he unbuckled his belt, and opened his pants.

     As he pulled down his underwear, the world seemed to snap back to
normality, and he saw his cock stirring to life.  Dreading the possibility of
having been made into some form of freak, he looked quickly back into the
mirror, only to see his own, normal reflection looking back at him, instead of
the woman he had been just a minute earlier.  Examining himself quickly, he
realized that his shoulder no longer had the persistant throbbing that had been
his constant companion for nearly a week.  Overjoyed to be rid of the pain, he
stepped back into the bedroom.

     Seeing a very attractive woman collapsed on the bed, Ryuuji turned her
face-up, and with a large degree of suprise, saw the same face looking up at
him as he had just seen in the mirror.  "You did something to me, didn't you?"

     Weakly, she nodded.  After all, she had extracted the remains of the
bullet.  Something in the way his expression brightened struck her as ominous,
and she began trying to move away from him as fast as her suddenly enervated
state would allow.

     Ryuuji shrugged off his shirt as she squirmed toward the middle of the
bed, clearly anticipating the reward he planned on giving her.  A few moments
later, his pants also hit the floor.  She had managed to get to the far side of
the bed, and was swinging her feet down when he stepped in front of her again,
his hardening cock throbbing as it rose to point at her face.  "No need to be
shy, baby.  Whatever you did was REALLY good for me, so I'm just going to have
to be really nice to you as a reward."  With a hand on her shoulder, he pushed
her back onto the bed. "You'll like it, babe.  I know how to use a woman right.
By the time I'm done, your DNA will be crying to have my baby, and I'll be glad
to oblige."  He pushed her legs apart with his knees, pushing her skirt up
before, with the sort of strength that seemed to be perfectly natural to his
superior nature, he tore the woman's panties off.

     She looked up at him, horrified by her sudden weakness.  As she took a
deep breath, the young egomaniac tore her shirt open, and with a strength that
was all the more terrifying for being casual, tore open the front clasp of her
bra.  She tried to struggle as he tore her shirt off, but when her eyes met
his, her brain seemed to go into neutral.  Somehow, his behavior, which would
ordinarily be beyond repugnant, somehow seemed to captivate her, stilling any
meaningful resistance to her rape, allowing only enough token resistance to
excite him.  When he pushed her skirt up to her waist, she couldn't help but
lift herself, spreading her legs, exposing her helpless wetness to her rapist.

     Ryuuji could feel her resistance crumble as he looked in her eyes.  It was
only right that a woman yield to him.  It was the result of countless
generations of evolution that when a woman realized the superiority of his DNA,
she would do whatever it took to secure it for her children.  To reward her
submission, Ryuuji stroked her thighs, feeling them quiver under his hands as
his touch moved upward, his fingers gently massaging the soft moist flesh that
would soon receive his thrusting cock, and milk his seed into her eagerly
receptive womb.  Preparing her with one hand, the other massaged her lower
belly before moving up to her breasts, where for all her visible firmness, her
flesh became supremely yielding to his caresses.

     With a helpless arousal polluted by fear, she felt his fingers move over
her body, monstrous in their power.  She had been touched by far larger men,
men who she fully expected this degree of strength from, but never had a boy so
slim shown such hideous, casual strength.  His touches betrayed his lack of
experience even as they forced responses from her nerves and mind entirely out
of proportion to his skill.  For her, it seemed the most monstrous thing of all
that somehow, he was making her not merely acquiesce to his lusts, but to
actually physically enjoy her own rape.  Helplessly, and hopelessly, she found
her hips lifting, tilting, trying to entice her rapist into her, to show her
even more monstrous pleasure.

     Ryuuji smiled down on her as he knelt between her eagerly spread thighs,
one hand lining him up to push into her, "You're mine, slut.  I'm going to fuck
your eager little cunt over and over again, and whenever I want, you're going
to suck my cock, and you'll love the taste of my sperm.  I'll give you children
that eventually will be almost my equal."  He rubbed the head of his cock
against her soaking lips, nudging against her clit before moving back down,
starting to push into her before pausing.  "You want all that, don't you?  Tell
me.  BEG me!"

     She tried to tell him with her body, her hands pullig his to her breasts
before moving to his ass, trying to pull his impressive length inside her, so
that her last tattered shred of dignity would be preserved, but her strength
was as nothing to his, even though she seemed to be recovering from her former
weakness.  Pushing herself up, she tried to take more than just half of his
glans inside her achingly empty depths, but the hand with which he had lined
himself up on the verge of entering her moved to the top of her thigh and held
her helpless, while at the same time, the tip of his thumb stroked along the
eagerly parting lips, keeping her lusts simmering while he demanded again the
final submission from her.  His eyes met hers, and again she could feel his
will pushing hers down, reshaping it until finally, she nodded.  "Yes, I want
your cock in me.  I want you to hold me down and fill me with your sperm.  I
want you to make me suck your cock.  I'm YOURS, sir.  Please, fuck me!!!"  She
felt no shame as she begged him, because with all her heart, she believed what
she said.

     When Ryuuji heard her plea, he smiled as he shoved hard into her, her
hands on his ass helping him plunge even deeper into her.  At the end of his
first stroke, his hands went to her ass, squeezing firmly.  She writhed beneath
him, glorying in the feel of his cock spreading her wide.  Eagerly, she tried
to arch her back further, to bring him even deeper inside, so that his burning
heat would reach her heart, which happily skipped a beat when he growled at
her, "You're MINE, slut!"  She could only moan at the emptying sensation of his
withdrawal, her deepest desire being drawn out of her.  He paused for a long
moment with the ridge of his cock tugging outward on her grasping cunt, before
slamming back into her, this time burying his full length inside her, feeling
the flutterings and contractions of her muscles.  "Oooh, yeah, you're the best
fuck I've ever had, baby."

     The compliment, as rude and crude as it was, went deep into her, and she
squealed in delight, wrapping her legs around him.  When he withdrew, she tried
to keep him in her as long as she could, then she rocked her hips away from
him, so that she could feel the swollen head of her rapist's cock move further
out, mewling in sexual torment, hoping his next thrust would push both of them
over the edge, so that his sperm would fill her.  The moment he started pushing
back into her, her hips would swivel, then push toward him, her cunt so wet and
hot that she could hear his thrust into her, even as she pulled him deeper with
her legs wrapped around him.

     The feeling of his cock re-entering her was only vaguely like her prior
sexual experiences.  She could feel herself tightening around him, clutching
him inside her, her muscles massaging his plunging, plundering cock, and the
sensations were driving her wilder each time he moved.  The first several times
he thrust into her, her surprise at the flood of pleasure from his rape kept
her from speaking, limiting her to surprised gasps and moans, but soon she
found her voice, and the words that poured from her mouth surprised almost as
much that she was using them as at the way they amplified her own pleasure.

     With Ryuuji pulling from her, she clutched at his ass, trying to keep him
inside her as she pleaded "Don't take it out, please, fuck it back in..."  He
pivoted his hips, stirring his cock inside her, and she moaned delightedly,
feeling herself on the edge of orgasm.  "Oh, God, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna
coooOOOme!"  His hands had risen to her breasts, and squeezed, her nipples
between his fingers as he slammed back into her, the rubbing of his soaked
pubic hair against her clit the final stimulus she needed to push her over the
edge into erotic convulsions.  Her mind seemed to splinter into a thousand
crystalline fragments as her muscles spasmed, trying eagerly to draw a matching
orgasm from his conquering shaft, even as he slowly pulled it out of her.

     While she quivered with orgasm, he lay next to her, then pulled her over
him, her nipples in easy reach of his tongue as she straddled him.  As she came
out of the orgasmic haze, she could feel him stroking her ass with one hand,
while the other pushed her hair out of her face.  "Who's the best fuck you ever
had, bitch?"

     Her eyes flashed a bit at him, and she flushed, but whether it was from
anger or arousal, even she couldn't tell as both his hands closed on her ass,
his grip seperating her cheeks, one fingertip resting against her asshole,
implying an interest in his fucking her there if her answer didn't please him.
"You are, " she told him reluctantly, if honestly.  Despite her history of more
conventional pleasure, somehow this arrogant freak had forced her to more
thoroughly, and eagerly, enjoy his raping her than even the most considerate of
her lovers. The way he had stalked her in her weakness, then torn away her
clothes with his casually monstrous strength had made her so receptive, even
eager for his cock to push into her that she had eagerly begged him to violate
her.  She could feel her nipples hardening again at the memory of how his cock
had felt pushing into her for the first time, sweeping aside her last thoughts
of resistance.

     "You didn't say that like you mean it, babe."  Her heart sank at his tone.
What sort of punishment would he devise for her apparent lack of enthusiasm?
"Let me hear what you want, and perhaps I'll be merciful."  His fingers trailed
down from the cleft of her ass to her thighs, teasing her.

     With his fingers on her ass and legs driving her to distraction, she took
a long moment to think, then told him, "I want you to do all the things that
you promised you'd do to me.  I want you to make me your slut, to fuck me hard
and often.  I want to feel your sperm filling my belly, to lick it from your
cock after you've fucked me, to suck your cock until you explode on my face, so
you can see me scoop it into my mouth with my fingers, and swallow it.  I want
you to come all over my tits, so you can see how hard my nipples get while I
rub it into my skin.  I want you to bend me over in the shower and fuck my ass,
if it'll make you happy."  She could see by his eyes that what she said excited
him, and feel it in the way his hands started pushing her down his belly, to
where she could feel his cock throbbing against her ass.  The vision of him in
her apartment, where he could make her go naked, or wear whatever pleased him
for days at a time seemed to kindle a core of terrified, and terrifying, heat
inside her, and she let it show in her voice as she said, "I want your child."

     Ryuuji smiled up into the eyes of his slut, watching the way her face
seemed to light up as he pushed her hips downward, until the head of his cock
was sliding once again into her cunt.  "You offer so much, and ask so prettily,
how can I refuse?"  He pushed up into her, and when she gasped in undisguised
pleasure, he kissed her.

-=-=-=-

     I guess that Mom and Dad found me downstairs, and between them carried me
upstairs to my room, because when the voices of a woman and a girl arguing woke
me up, I was stretched out on my futon.  The girl's voice was saying, "He's the
center of all sorts of temporal intrigue from the future!  Naturally, I'm
better suited for this contract!"

     The woman's voice answered promptly, in a voice that somehow brought an
image of chocolate syrup and strawberries to mind.  "And who is it that has a
problem with physical affection, runt?  Every time Bell and Keiichi start to
get close, you find some way to interfere.  Have you read ALL of his file? Who
better to handle this situation that me?  Frigg?  She'd have to be restrained
from blasting him!"

     "Freya would LOVE working with him!  He fits her influences so well he
could almost be her avatar!"  The younger voice seemed to be full of self
satisfaction at naming a good alternative.  I opened my eyes at about this
point, and looked at the two women arguing their points back and forth, then
blinked.  The younger one who seemed to be a relatively precocious thirteen
years old, was  dressed in a skirted outfit that included what looked like a
custom lab smock, and she was rubbing one hand over the head of what looked
like a high tech croquet, or polo mallet, even as she was glancing at what
seemed to be the display of a very high tech PDA, and taking a spoon full of
ice cream from a bowl on my desk.

     Then the other voice sounded, and I just had to look, to see if any body
could possibly match the possibilities I'd heard in her voice.  Once I saw her,
I forgot the question.  Picture a woman, probably in her late twenties, with
long, white-blond hair tumbling around her shoulders, with a complexion like
caramel, full red lips, blue eyes flashing with charm and mischief, and
proportions that other women could only envy.  To try to describe her feature
by feature would be to show how poorly words truly describe what they eyes see.
It should only be said that in her way, she seemed sensuality made flesh.  "How
long has it been since she's been on the staff, or even spent significant time
away from midgard?  The file got forwarded to us because she couldn't be
reached, Skuld."  She took a lick from a vanilla ice cream cone that I'll bet
that mom gave her, and winked at me, before licking a drop of ice cream from
her lips, causing my mind to go skidding off into what it would be like with
her.  "And he's awake now."

     The younger of the two beauties in my room cleared her throat, then
introduced herself, "I'm Skuld, goddess of the Future.  The old hag you've been
drooling over is my ELDEST sister, Urd, goddess of the Past, which means she's
past her prime!"  Skuld looked pleased at having triple insulted her sister in
one sentence.

     Urd stepped over by her little sister and put a hand on her shoulder while
taking another lick off her ice cream, then visibly swirled the ice cream
around in her mouth, before swallowing it.  "You're Momonari Junta, who, until
late last week, would either vomit from stress when you got sexually aroused,
or run away from pretty girls to avoid humiliating yourself in public.  Late
last week, you met a time traveller from the future named Aoi Karin, who says
you're the most notorious mega-playboy in history, as her time knows it.  She
shot you with an injector bullet with a DNA control medicine in it that was
supposed to reduce your sex drive and fertility without killing you, since they
have reason to need you alive, at least for the next several months.  The
bullet seems to have had the opposite effect, instead, as she, and a number of
other women have discovered.  Correct?"  She had gestured with the cone during
her recitation of my recent past, and one large vanilla drop had landed just
above her breast.  I couldn't take my eyes off the ice cream as it started to
roll down her skin, melting, and moving down the curve of her breast into her
cleavage, and I nodded at what she said.  "Today during your lunch break, when
you were about to satisy Saeki Tomoko's rather strong desire for sex with you,
you were threatened by Sugashita Ryuuji, and when he pointed a gun at you, you
heard a shot from another direction that struck him.  You then wound up in the
basement here, where your parents brought you upstairs."

     "Why are you telling me this?"

     Urd caught the ice cream from her cleavage with an index finger, then
licked it clean before she answered, "So that you believe us when we say we're
goddesses, and take the rest of what we have to say seriously."

     I looked at Skuld, who was finishing off the last of her own ice cream,
and asked, "And what else is there for you two to say?"

     She shrugged, apparently indifferently, and said, "At certain, critical
points in history, Kami-sama has us, meaning the lesser gods and goddesses,
grant wishes to a number of people who fit certain criteria, so that human
destiny can be decided and planned accordingly."

     Under the expectant gazes of two goddesses, I felt things click into place
in my head.  "This is one of those points of history when some people are
granted wishes, isn't it?"  The goddesses both nodded.  "And I'm one of the
people who gets to shape humanity's destiny with a wish?"

     In unison, both goddesses spoke.  "Yes."


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