Leifker presents

One Man's Heaven...

A work of anime fanfiction by Nicholas Leifker

I make no claim to the characters presented; Takahashi, Fujishima, and
someone I don't know are responsible for these characters.  Despite
this, I ask that you not distribute it on your own without the author's
permission.  Call me careful.  ^_^

And, in the spirit of Halloween...

***

In retrospect, he knew better than to go a-hunting in a shrine.  

He couldn't help himself, to be honest.  The three gaijin women who ran
the joint simply exuded power; to feel those perfect breasts would keep
him charged up for months, maybe years.  Then, of course, there were
those divine panties... even the little one's underwear would feel
heavenly as he mashed his face against its cotton, and the older two
would have panties capable of sending him bliss like he'd never known.

With such a perfect target, he could not refuse.  They had to feel his
touch; he had to know their underwear.  

The first room he came to had some sort of robot in it; he smiled at the
thought of some robot guard posing any sort of threat to him... that
was, until said robot pulled out a flamethrower.  Only a Happodaikarin
saved him from the fast-moving robot; that guard destroyed, he moved to
the drawer.

He sighed.  Cotton - the fabric of youth.  They still radiated an
incredible aura, but he knew there was better in this house.  He rubbed
his face into one, absorbing the aura left in the underwear, pulled a
second pair over his head, then stuffed a third in his gi, just in case.

He was done here; he had more important panties to find.  Moreover, he
had to act quickly; no doubt the explosion had sent alarms throughout
the shrine.  He ran out the door and to the next room.

Now this... this was more like it.  Whoever lived here had tastes that
he could appreciate.  Miniskirts, catsuits, bustiers... this woman had
style.  No doubt this was the oldest lady's room; the middle one was
much too proper for this.  He dove for her drawers, and shut them with
him inside.

The aura he felt in there was indescribable. Here he was, squeezed tight
in a box filled with panties - almost heaven.  He tossed the kid's panty
from his gi and started stuffing silk down his gi, stuffing them full.  

Yes... this was, truly, heaven - so much so, that he didn't pay
attention to the shouts outside, nor the determined cry pointing out his
location.  Combat skills kicked in once the drawer pulled open; he
bounded from the drawer a second before a mallet descended on his
previous position.

Ahhhh.... nothing like the hunt.  Three adversaries, one male (not a
threat), one young female (Powerful, but must ripen)... and one
goddess.  Platinum hair cascaded down from her face and around her
shoulders, stopping just above an incredible pair of breasts - just
slightly sagging, but still remarkable.  These mounds of flesh were
perfectly held in place by a black bustier, which in turn led down to a
tempting miniskirt.  He thought of the perfect black silk panty which
must be inside... and a plan was formed.  

He allowed himself only a momentary grope of her flesh; he knew he
wasn't done yet.  Even that split-second grope was enough to supercharge
him; he used the added energy to quickly strip her panties off of her,
then bounced away.  There was one more target to be had, after all.  He
bounded away from the outraged girls and out of the room - 

- only to run smack dab into perfection.

Time stopped as he found himself glomping the most perfect breasts he'd
ever felt.  Fully developed, but no sag at all; he'd never felt a woman
at such a perfect age.  And - my God! - the aura she exuded.... he
didn't care about the past or the future.  All that mattered was the
present.

And the present was damn good.  He snuggled further into her chest,
enjoying the perfect texture and softness of this woman's bosom.  

That's when the air started to crackle around him.  He found himself
lifted from her chest by an invisible force; he wept as heaven was
snatched from him.  

The three women all had the typical look out outrage that came with his
activities; this was nothing new, and didn't bother him.  What did
bother him was the dangerous glow to their eyes.  As he struggled
helplessly in midair, he wondered for the first time if perhaps he'd
gone too far.

The three women looked at each other.  The child asked the question; the
older ones answered.  

"Hell?" the child asked.

"Hell," came the middle sibling's reply.  

"Hell," the oldest one agreed.  The three of them grasped arms,
encircling him; he shuddered at the chanting that took place between
them, an ancient tongue that resonated within his soul.

He gave a soft 'meep?', then faded into darkness.

***

It had been a long time since he'd woken up with a headache like this. 
He never had hangovers, and nobody ever beat him up so badly that he'd
have such agony.  This time, it stabbed at his temples, making him
almost wish that he'd never taken up his proclivities.  

Then he remembered those breasts, and all regret went away.  Yes... he
would find her again.  He *had* to feel those breasts again...

"Good morning," an unfamiliar male voice called.  

He opened his eyes.  He was in some sort of building; the construction
reminded him of his youth, when Japan was more provincial, more
sensible, more friendly.  Maybe the whammy those ladies had given him
had sent him all the way into the countryside.  "Good morning.  I seem
to have lost my bearings, can you tell me where I am?"

His host, a young man with spiky light-brown hair, smiled.  "You're in
Japoness, near the outskirts of the city."  He pointed at himself.  
"My name's Otaru, by the way.  What's yours?"

"Japoness, eh?"  The name sounded like what foreigners called his
homeland.  Still, that wasn't important.  He could sense something very
wrong with this place.  "My name is Happousai, young man.  Thank you for
your hospitality.  Now... where are the pretty ladies around here?"

"Pretty ladies?"  Otaru frowned.  

Alarm bells rang inside his head; he quickly ran outside.  He noticed
the sounds of the city, the hustle and bustle of the world around him. 
The need was burning; he needed the touch of a woman, and
immediately.  He spotted a flash of orange kimono, and ran for it.

"Hotchaaaaaa........."  He felt the chest he'd just leapt into;
silicone, pure silicone.  No aura at all; this wasn't a woman at all,
but a...

"Oh, you wanted a marionette?" Otaru asked him.  "There's a marionette
dealer a few down, if you want to buy one..."

He looked at the world around him.  Men dominated the landscape: burly
strongmen, wiry kids, a few effete types, short, tall, white, chocolate,
sand... but all male.  A few female figures stuck out here and there;
however, they gave off no aura, no life.  "No... no women?"  

Otaru sighed.  "No women.  We haven't had any women for two centuries." 
He put his hand on the marionette's shoulder.  "All we have are these
marionettes, here."  He furrowed his eyebrows.  "Say, where are you
from, anyway?"

Happousai stared at the abomination, terror creeping up his spine. 
Hell, the women in the shrine had called it.  He needed them, now; he
needed to feel their perfect bosoms, rub his face into their heavenly
panties, take comfort in their righteous fury...

A scream pealed across the surface of Terra II, echoing around the
planet several times before dissipating.  Most dismissed it as a freak
of the atmosphere; still, the despairing terror of the wail sent many
across the planet into a dark mood.  Surely hell had come to claim its
own, they said...

***

Only an hour late... this was intended as a sort of Halloween 'fic. 
Hope y'all enjoyed it...

Nicholas Leifker
nightelf@thekeep.org
http://www.thekeep.org/~nightelf/fanfic
November 1, 2001
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