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A/n: this is a sequel to Trouble. I've been meaning to write this and while it's terrible, it's the perfect parting for Doyle and Minatsuki. Please enjoy.
Warning(s): strangers, rough sex, the story is raunchy in some aspects, make-outs, horny OC, original female character, cum swallowing, nightcaps.
The following time she saw Doyle was incidental. Minatsuki left the arena around dark and took the metro home. She had a busy shift but thankfully she wasn't too exhausted, so to tire out her mind, she planned to stretch and shower before she went to sleep.
As she rounded the corner to her apartment, the strong scent of cigarettes permeated the air. She waved the smoke from her face in annoyance and tried to walk a bit faster to escape the scent but ahead of her, she noticed a muscular man in black clothing walking in the same direction. As he passed beneath the light pole, Minatsuki noticed plums of smoke rising in the air in addition to his short bright red locks.
Her eyes widened, remembering the stranger from the metro. Doyle. Then her face heated up in embarrassment at the memory of him fingering her. She wasn't sure what possessed her to open her mouth, but she couldn't help her curiosity.
"Doyle?"
The man stopped suddenly and glanced over his shoulder. It was him, however, he was wearing a patch over his left eye. Minatsuki could not believe the coincidence. He seemed to recognize her too.
"You're Minatsuki. I thought I recognized your scent."
She hummed in annoyance. The scent of blood wasn't the nicest thing to tell a girl she smelled like.
"What are you doing around here?" Doyle asked. "And in the middle of the night?"
"I got off work a moment ago. And not that it's any of your business but I live around here," Minatsuki answered.
She was still a bit annoyed by his previous comment regarding her scent.
"Why are you out here?"
Doyle grinned, blowing smoke into the air.
"Not that it's your business, but I have a boat to catch."
Was he leaving so soon? He wasn't in Japan too long. Minatsuki was curious, but she chose not to ask. With a sigh, she forced a smile.
"It was good to see you."
"Was it?" Doyle asked with a taunting grin.
Minatsuki felt her face heat up. He was despicable. But what did that say about her? She did allow him to finger her on the metro, and she wanted it. If he had taken out his cock, would she have wanted that too? Yes. Her curious eyes wandered south for a moment, imagining how good he'd feel inside her. It's all she could think about since he touched her on the train.
"Are you going to invite me in for a nightcap?" Doyle asked.
"I thought you had a boat to catch," Minatsuki retorted with a grin.
It was exciting to know that he felt the same way as she did.
"I have time," he retorted.
A shiver ran down her spine. Was she going to do this again? Doyle was still a stranger. She knew next to nothing about him other than he had a desire to fight. Any person who entered the underground area was a bit unhinged, but he didn't come off as intimidating to her. He was just a man looking to blow off steam and she was a woman eager to be his outlet.
"Interested in a nightcap then?" Minatsuki asked with a smile. "Under the condition that you put out the cigarette of course."
She didn't much like the smell and her landlord would throw a fit if she knew that she let someone smoke in the apartment. The woman had a nose like a bloodhound.
Doyle tossed the smoking butt onto the ground and then pressed it out with his heel.
"I'm interested."
Minatsuki reached forward and took hold of his hand, leading him to her apartment building. She released him only to take out her keys and unlock her front door, smiling as she felt his hand slide into her hair. A drink might just have to wait.
As the two entered, Minatsuki stepped aside to let Doyle in and then closed the door. But as she turned to face him, the redhead lifted his arm and confined her against the door.
"Eager, no?"
Doyle leaned in without a word and pressed his lips to hers, inciting a shiver of delight from Minatsuki. She took hold of his shirt and kissed him back, tilting her head a bit. He wasn't gentle with her, but he also wasn't forcing himself on her either, giving her every chance to pull away, should she want to. But she didn't. When his tongue pressed against her lips, she slid open her mouth and allowed him to devour her. The taste of sake and cigarette smoke is strong on his breath.
A moan tickled her throat as his hand slid down to undo her pants, giving her a squeeze through her panties.
Every move he made felt desperate as if he hadn't touched a person in years. Minatsuki didn't mind, however. She was turned on by him, sucking on his tongue when she was able to capture it.
Doyle soon parted from her and leaned down to remove her pants, lifting her off her feet. Minatsuki grinned and encircled her legs around his waist, feeling his hard cock press against her. He felt much bigger than she was used to, but this did not deter her from wanting him more.
Reaching down between them, she unclasped his belt, snorting as he pushed her hand aside to shove his pants to his ankles. He then moved aside her panties, and slid a finger into her, feeling her walls tighten around him.
Minatsuki hummed. The concept of being taken by a man she barely knew turned her on so much.
"Please."
She wanted this terribly.
Doyle removed his finger from her and freed his cock. The eager look on her face made him grin; she was insane for associating herself with a convict like him but he was flattered nonetheless. He positioned himself at her opening and then eased inside her, despite his urges.
Minatsuki groaned.
"You're big."
Her face turned red as she heard Doyle laugh. She couldn't stop her slip-up, but it was the truth. His cock was bigger than she had ever had. It stretched her walls, almost painfully so, but it felt incredible. Doyle didn't give her much time to take pleasure in it before he began to move his hips, rocking her against the wall.
Minatsuki tightened her arms around him as he thrust into her. It felt like every movement was hitting her cervix but it wasn't unbearable. She was impressed by how easily he was controlling her, but penetration alone, despite how fucking good it felt, wouldn't make her cum.
Reaching down between them, she began circling her clit in unison with his thrusts. Waves of pleasure washed over her, pushing her close to release. And as much as she wanted to draw this out, Doyle had somewhere else to be. Focusing on the sensation, she bit back a gasp as her orgasm peaked. Her body tensed up and her eyes rolled back in bliss as he let it consume her. Doyle continued to fuck her through it, even when she relaxed into him.
The lewd sounds echoing around the room made her crave more.
"I want to taste you," Minatsuki stated.
Doyle grinned.
"Who would have taken you as greedy?"
"Please," she begged.
Once he was close, he pulled out and sat her down, urging her to get onto her knees; she did so, licking her lips in anticipation.
With her mouth open, Doyle came onto her tongue, grinning as some of it leaked from her mouth and oozed down her chin. She was a sight to behold, even more so when she swallowed and leaned forward to take the head of his cock into her mouth. If only he had the night with her.
Parting from her, he laughed as she pouted.
"Greedy," he joked.
Minatsuki stuck out her tongue and stood. Her legs were unstable, but not terribly so. Watching Doyle pull his pants up, she hummed and excused herself. It was time for him to leave, it seemed. She cleaned herself up in the bathroom and then returned to the living room to see that Doyle was still there.
"I thought you'd be out the door the moment I turned my back," Minatsuki teased. She was a bit surprised and thankful.
"You promised me a nightcap," Doyle reminded her.
She hummed. She supposed so, although she was referring to sex at the time. Lifting a finger, she walked into the kitchen and to the fridge, taking out a bottle of rum that she drank on occasion when she had a rough day.
"I hope rum is OK?! It's all I have at the moment!" Minatsuki shouted.
"It's fine," Doyle retorted.
Once the glasses were poured, she sauntered back out into the living room and handed him one, watching as he drank it quickly.
"It was nice knowing you Doyle."
"Hector," the man corrected. "Likewise."
Minatsuki uttered his name under her breath, then took a sip. The alcohol made her grimace, but she drank it down, ignoring the grin from Hector as she did. He handed her back the empty glass and then leaned in, kissing her softly. For a moment, she stood there confused, but once she realized that this was goodbye, she leaned into the kiss.
I'm…actually going to miss him.
It was a shame he was so bent on leaving. She would like to have invited him to stay for a short while.
Confessions [Chapter One] Out of the Frying Pan and Into the Fire [Kaiou Retsu]
A/n: this is the first time I've written for Retsu, so please excuse any mess-ups. I'm mostly writing this to show my love for the character and the series.
Warning(s): implied animal death, anxiety, blood and violence, martial arts, original character, 3rd POV, mild language.
No Minors Allowed!!
Shinshinkai Headquarters.
Minatsuki averted her curious eyes from the screen of her prepaid cell phone to the massive structure in front of her. It wasn't what she thought, exceeding her expectations by a lot, but it was promising. A little unsettling too, but when was a new job not.
The vivid sign above the entrance depicted a bald man with a muscular build, slaying a massive Siberian tiger with a karate chop to the neck; a true story, Minatsuki was told. It was barbaric, but this was precisely how she would characterize Doppo Orochi, a strong and devoted man of the martial arts.
He honestly frightened her, but he was generous enough to give her a job at the dojo, pressured into it by his wife no doubt. She only hoped that it would be cleaner than her last job; cleaner in the sense that she wouldn't have to clean up massive amounts of blood and bone.
Minatsuki took an uneasy breath.
You can do this.
She turned and leaned down in the window of the taxi, fishing for some money from the pocket of her jeans to give to the driver. The notes were a bit wrinkled and sweaty from the summer heat, but it was all she had at the moment. Transitioning from one job to the next left her a bit short on currency, but at least her bills were caught up at the moment.
Her brown hair, tied in a low ponytail, swung over her shoulder as she turned and sauntered into the dojo. The cool air bit at her heated skin, soothing her. She wasn't certain, but it felt like the weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Minatsuki was still a bit anxious, but she pressed on, taking in the clean and serene environment around her.
At the bottom of a set of stairs, she recognized a familiar face. He noticed her as quickly and smiled in response.
"Minatsuki…welcome," Katsumi greeted her. "It's been a while."
Since the Maximum Tournament a month ago. She was working for Mitsunari Tokugawa at the time, the man who ran the Underground Arena in which the tournament took place.
"I appreciate the opportunity," Minatsuki retorted.
She would thank Doppo personally, but he was away training. No one knew when he would be back. All Minatsuki had heard was that his wife, Natsue had spoken to him and opted to leave her in the capable hands of their stepson, Katsumi.
The said man hummed.
"It's not a problem. We are happy to have you." He paused for a moment to look her over. "The clothes you are wearing should be fine, but I have to ask that you wear the slippers the karateka's wear inside the dojo. I'd advise against shirts with logos or jewelry. And it's a rule to take off your shoes before stepping onto the training floor, even if you aren't here to learn. No food or phones either, but water bottles are allowed."
"I understand," Minatsuki replied. She made sure to make a mental note of the changes.
Her previous job had lax rules but only because of the type of venue it was. The arena didn't need to be cleaned because the sand that served as the mat could be used as a weapon, especially if it was mixed with the teeth and nails of the competitors.
"Let me show you around before you get started," Katsumi stated, motioning for Minatsuki to follow him.
She nodded, anxiously walking with him up the set of stairs. For the next 20 minutes, Katsumi showed her the dojo and its many rooms and equipment. He took her to the storage room to collect her slippers and supplies then led her to an empty room.
"Normally the disciples clean the gear and the floor when they are done, but since you are here, I'll leave it up to you." Kasumi slid off his slippers and took the mop and bucket from her before he stepped onto the floor. "You can use the rag to wipe down the gear and windows, then mop the floor. Once you are done, empty out the bucket and start again in the next room."
"Sounds easy enough," Minatsuki uttered.
Katsumi agreed with a nod.
"If that's too easy for you, I can show you the traditional way to do it."
"A mop and bucket are fine with me," Minatsuki retorted with a laugh.
She had a feeling the traditional way meant sliding a rag across the floor with her back arched, which is what she assumed the disciples did regularly.
The pleading look in her light brown eyes made Katsumi laugh.
"Suit yourself." He sat the bucket and mop down, then walked over to her, sliding back on his slippers. "If you need me, I'll be upstairs in the first training room."
With a farewell, he left the room, but no sooner had Minatsuki slipped off her shoes had he stuck his head back into the room.
"And if you want, a friend is arriving around noon or so for a rematch. You can drop in and watch."
A rematch? Minatsuki hummed. She was aware of how strong the fighters of the Shinshinkai were. Any fighters who competed in the Maximum Tournament were masters in the art of fighting. She wasn't a big fan, but she had to admit that the matches were thrilling to watch.
"I'll be there."
What harm could a rematch be?
Katsumi grinned and excused himself again, leaving Minatsuki to her work. She took a brief look around the room and sighed deeply.
I can do this. No problem.
For the next hour or so she cleaned, finishing as many rooms as she could before the rematch. Minatsuki quickly emptied her mop bucket, put away her gear, and washed her hands before she hurried to the room Katsumi told about.
She feared as though she was late, but as she quietly entered and took off her slippers, she noticed that everyone was just getting seated. A few sets of curious eyes turned to her, including Katsumi and his opponent, a well-built man whose black hair was tied in a pigtail braid, but she ignored them and sat in the back of the room on her knees.
A disciple wearing a black belt stood in front of a large taiko drum and took a deep breath.
"Before the Gods bow! Together bow!"
Both Katsumi and his opponent did as ordered, bowing in their respective ways.
"Ready!" The black belt shouted. Both adjusted their stances. "Begin!"
The thunderous sound of the taiko drum signaled the start of the fight. Minatsuki tightened her jaw and waited for the first move, watching as Katsumi opened his right hand. It was, however, his opponent who closed the gap, tossing a side kick at him, to which the former countered with the same.
The man with the braid then quickly spun on the other foot and dropped down to sweep Katsumi off his feet, but the karateka was quicker, leaping back into the air. With an impressive midair side flip, he landed elegantly on his hands and rotated so fast that Minatsuki could not follow. Somehow he managed to transition flawlessly back onto his feet and leaped at his opponent with his fist drawn. However, the other man blocked it with his foot.
The sheer force made him slide back, or so it seemed to Minatsuki, but without missing a beat, he launched Katsumi across the room with an open palm strike, putting his body into it. The latter caught his footing on the wall and used it to propel himself back toward the man, attempting to kick him in the face. It looked like a sure hit, but it wasn't. Not even close. The man with the braid dodged to the side and then dodged again as Katsumi aimed another kick at his face with the opposite foot.
To her shock, Minatsuki watched him loop his braid around the karateka's foot and toss him toward the floor; the sheer force he put into this maneuver broke the floor at his foot. As Katsumi fell, not able to stop his descent, his opponent slammed his foot into the former's side. Katsumi shouted in pain but managed to cartwheel back onto his feet.
A thunderous bang from the taiko drum quickly ended the fight and for a moment, Minatsuki was shocked. What did she just witness? It was like something out of an action film.
That was…impressive.
"3 minutes," Katsumi declared. To his shock, his nose began to bleed. It wasn't a lot, but he admitted defeat and motioned to his friend as the victor.
The entire room erupted in applause; even Minatsuki brought her hands together in cheer.
"I think everybody knows," Katsumi interrupted. "But Retsu and I fought and I lost in one hit."
This was plain to see. But how did Katsumi feel about it? Minatsuki knew that proving one's strength was important to a fighter like him, but he seemed neither mad nor disappointed by his loss.
"I say we steal their 4000 years. That's why I got Retsu to come here," Katsumi stated.
What did he mean by 4000 years? Minatsuki raised a curious brow.
"Can you believe that when the Kantou Plain was still under water they were already developing fighting?" He asked. His tone was thick with astonishment; an emotion the dojo disciples seemed to share. "We're going to harvest the fruits of their labor and perfect a modern age of combat! That's my 'Karate Way'!"
Minatsuki understood now. She wasn't sure what style of fighting Retsu - the man with the braid - had mastered, but it seemed to be around far longer than karate. And Katsumi wanted to honor it by having Retsu pass it on to his disciples.
How noble of him to–
"Excuse me," a voice interrupted. An elderly man with large muscles and long gray hair walked into the room. He was so tall that his head touched the ceiling; a clear 200 centimeters at least. "I'd like to talk to Mr. Orochi Doppo."
"Sure…just take off those filthy shoes," Katsumi retorted, facing him.
The man hummed. His calm demeanor never changed.
"Please excuse me."
Leaning down, he removed the dirty boots from his feet but as he rose, he tossed them quickly at Katsumi. This took him off guard for a moment, allowing the man to land a solid kick on Katsumi. The latter was knocked into the air, but he managed to right his position and went into a backflip, missing the landing.
Minatsuki was in shock, watching him hit the floor. Had the kick been harder than it looked? On pure instinct, Katsumi leaped back onto his feet, but he was like a statue.
The elderly man leaned down and rested his massive hand on Katsumi's shoulder.
"Sorry, are you OK?" He asked.
What was with this guy? Was he mocking Katsumi?
"By the way."
Lifting his arm, he jabbed the karateka in the eyes and as Katsumi stumbled back in pain, the man yanked the black belt from his waist and looped it around his neck, lifting him into the air.
"Katsumi!" Minatsuki called out in fear.
The man glanced at her, paying no mind to the struggling twenty-one-year-old.
"My apologies, misses."
He averted his eyes from Minatsuki and hummed.
"Why do you keep weapons around your waist that can be used against you?"
Katsumi tightened his jaw, then swung with a kick and hit the man in the face. He released him, giving Katsumi the chance to retrieve his belt and knee the hunched-over man 3 times, aiming for areas that would cause him terrible pain; the groin included.
"The 'Middle Pressure Points Rapid Fire Attack'," a disciple declared.
Whatever it was called, it looked effective and painful. The elderly man slammed to the ground with a loud thump, groaning, but Katsumi wasn't done with him. However, before the latter could make a move, his opponent tossed the flooring that Retsu had broken at him, stabbing Katsumi in the throat. The sound alone was enough to make Minatsuki's stomach churn. Was he trying to kill him?
Blood gushed from the wound and splattered across the floor. As Katsumi fell, Minatsuki hurried to his side. She wasn't faint around blood due to her previous job, but her heart was frantic. If she didn't do something, Katsumi might bleed out and die. There was only one person she knew to call.
Yanking her phone from her pocket, she ignored the standdown between Retsu and the elderly man, as the former blocked him from leaving the room. It was against the rules to have her phone on her, but it was a good thing she had it.
A familiar voice greeted her on the 3rd ring.
"I wasn't expecting to hear from you," Kureha Shinogi uttered.
"Can you hurry to the Shinshinkai Headquarters? Katsumi Orochi was terribly hurt and–"
Her plea was interrupted as Retsu slammed both his feet into his opponent's throat, knocking him back. Was he insane?
"Miss Oyamada?" Kureha called out to her. "How bad is he–"
"Just hurry, damn it!" she shouted, ending the call.
She understood his reasoning but his questions were irrelevant considering he was more curious about how strong the opponent was than Katsumi. It was all the same with fighters like him.
Averting her concerned eyes from the karateka to the two men in front of her, she watched in horror as the elderly man poured something from a flask onto the floor and then set Retsu on fire. The heat was intense. And to make matters worse, the man who caused it had quickly disappeared in its wake.
"Get a fire extinguisher!" Someone shouted. The same black belt grabbed Minatsuki around the waist and yanked her up from the floor away from the spreading fire.
Some of the disciples had rushed from the room to chase after the man who had escaped. But she paid them no mind as Retsu let out an irritated shout, breaking the floor with his sheer strength. The flames quickly vanished without a trace. How was this possible?
She allowed the disciple to lead her outside the room and once he left her with a brief nod, she slid down the wall and sat on the floor in disbelief.
For fuck's sake.
What a first day. It felt like she had escaped the frying pan only to be devoured by the flames.
A/n: this story is a WIP, and chapters will be linked here when they are done. Please enjoy.
No Minors Allowed!!
Summary: Minatsuki Oyamada starts a job at the Shinshinkai Dojo, hoping for a fresh start. Only a string of events puts her in danger as convicts around the world descend on Tokyo.
Character Description: Minatsuki Oyamada (coming soon)
Story Playlist: Link
Chapters:
[Chapter One - Out of the Frying Pan into the Fire]
[Chapter Two - More Than Meets the Eye] coming soon
[Chapter Three - Baby Steps] coming soon
[Chapter Four - Shock] coming soon
[Chapter Five - Top of the Food Chain] coming soon
[Chapter Six - For a Friend] coming soon
[Chapter Seven - Little Talks] coming soon
[Chapter Eight - Truth] coming soon
[Chapter Nine - Something to Think About] coming soon
