The dream was always the same.

Run, hunt, blood, feed, howl.

That would be the resume of what Takashi Komuro experimented every single night, and what was worst, he didn't have an idea of why the hell was experimenting those dreams.

Not that he could make head or tails about who was hunting who in that dream.

Sometimes he is the one hunting...something, something big, something full of fangs, claws and fury; on the other hand, something hurts him badly; in those dreams; the pain is so realistic that he awoken drenched in sweat, and sporting some serious phantom pains in all the places that had been attacked by whatever the hell hunted him in his dreams.

Leaning over a rail, Takashi picked up a cigar and lighten it with a gasoline lighter, the strong and acidic smell of the tobacco fill his nose and mouth, dulling his already more than overwhelmed senses.

It was one of those days, when his senses were overloaded by even the lesser of the impulses; he could hear the engines of the cars miles ahead, and smell all the perfumes the surrounding teenagers in the school, had on themselves; female scents were always welcome, in an animal like instinctively way; he could read the advertisement on an announcement at seven blocks of distance.

And it was fucking overwhelming...that's why he smoked something not entirely legal from time to time but not weed, neither something even more hardcore; he tried once some of the most powerful drugs he could afford with his allowance, a second-rate cocaine and he almost died when his body reacted like he had acid in his veins.

That led to a very awkward and painful discussion with his parents about what the hell was he doing? why has he became a junkie?, curiously, the doctor said that he had no trace of any drug in his blood test, they were cleaner; like his blood was devoid of anything harmful, not even the usual chemicals that all humans tend to accumulate during their lives because the society not so healthy food habits.

He would have loved to explain to his parents that he needed the dullness of the drugs to help him to keep the appearance of normality around the school and the neighborhoods.

Had you tried to have a chat with a girl when her perfume is like a spear in your nose?, when you could smell her delicious pheromones and start to sporting an erection just from that?, not to mention how his ears couldn't endure the constant chatting of the people around him, it was a nerve grating noise, something that made him clench his teeth and run, before the noise anger him to a point on where he would punch through the head of the first noisy little fucker on his way.

That would be messy, considering his enhanced strength.

Another interesting topic his strength, he was strong; well, he was in good shape, standing on a tall and proud six feet stature, lean like a professional swimmer, although few could attest that; as he was always cover from head to toe in heavy clothes.

He didn't really need any attention, not pity from the wound on his back.

Takashi had a very nasty wound on his back, the kind of wounds that should have crippled anyone for life, but in his case, it was nothing but a lot of scar tissues that spoke volumes of his natural resilience and endurance.

For his dear life, he couldn't remember how did he suffer such an injury and every specialist his family visited, just told them the same history, they couldn't explain how on earth was Takashi alive at this point, he should be dead, such a grievous injury is not something that a young boy like he was when he got it, could have survived.

The five scars of his back did resemble some kind of claw, it did appear as if a beast of some kind had tried to claw his back with its claws, tearing apart the flesh and the backbone in pieces before he could reach the inner organs, and have a feast on them.

The day Takashi got the wound was a summer day, one of the few occasions on where his parents decided to have a nice lunch in one of the mountains near the city, one of those spots that keep the place as natural as they could, preventing any building to be constructed nearby and preventing any company to take advantage of the natural land that surrounded the east part of the city.

Since that day, none of his parents had ever set foot out of the city again, only he had the balls to go back to the place that almost cost his life, and discover; much to his own surprise; that he liked the place, the mountain was much more comfortable to him than the city.

But that was no excuse for leaving his parents and just run the hell out of the same place that was only giving constant headaches and sickness.

For years their parents just believed that Takashi had an incredibly weak immune system, he always seems constipated and his eyes swollen; in truth, it was the smoke of the city, the tremendous contamination that swamped all the modern cities, from the residues from the cars to the houses, whatever, all of it was tremendously unpleasant for Takashi.

Those younger years were quite the hell for him, until his body did seems to accustom, and yet his up and down hypersensitivity cases did not help to overcome his apparent sickness to the city and ironically, he was a very strong and sturdy boy that was stronger, faster and harder than any of his same age.

Now, in his teenage years, Takashi was pretty much sure, he could kick the ass of any fucker out there who wanted to mess with him, in fact, he left the baseball and any other sports club precisely for that reason, he could cause tremendous injuries to any stupid teenager in his way.

He tried it once, he entered into a gym and with one punch, knock unconscious a sparring that was twice his weight category, he broke his jaw and cause a severe concussion to the man, the owner of the gym; and pretty much everybody else in the place; just observe gobsmacked, how a teenager had swept the floor with one of the talents of the gym, without even breaking a sweat, and with a permanent frown of disgust on his face.

In truth, Takashi was a freaked out as the rest of them, but he had another problem to worry about, his senses were already on the verge of collapsing from the smell of the place, it assaulted his senses; even if it was one of those days were he could be around without smoking half Cuba to prevent his nose to overload; like a physical impact, perhaps that´s why he just wanted to deal with the test as soon as he could.

And boy, it was amazing...

Strong as a damn mule, capable of running a marathon without broking a sweat, and left behind some astonished bikers; just running at a pace he knew could keep for hours; swift as hell, with a reflexes that left some of the cats and dogs of the neighborhood wondering what the hell had just happened?.

Takashi loved animals, but the universe had not enough already with him, and by some unknown reason, there was no animal in the neighborhood that did not run with the tail between the legs, at the mere presence of Takashi, even if the boy did nothing to the animals, until he was not several blocks out of their surroundings, all the animals seem to whimper and tried to run as scared cats.

There was no need to say, how bothersome all of this was for Takashi, who just loved the animals, only a couple of street dogs; mix breed specimens with scars that he suspected were from illegal dog fights; had the balls to be around him, and Takashi paid that favor by spoiling the dogs every time his allowance permits it.

Good meat is expensive in Japan, pig cutlet was a delicatessen that few could allow, unless you were loaded with green and that was not the case of Takashi, who was a very average teenager in the salary department; his parents still give him some allowance, but Takashi had no real vices; he didn't consider tobacco a vice, but most akin to medicine, it was the only...soft drug that didn't make him feel like his innards were on liquid fire, and because of that absence of vices he tend to save most of the money.

Except for a couple of treats for his unofficial pets; the aforementioned street dogs; he just keep saving money, the last time he did had expenses was the time where he had Rei around.

She...smelt just right, her smell was one of the few that he could tolerate, in fact, her smell was capable of..quell some of his worst attacks, he just had to concentrate on her, her smell, her voice, put her in his sights and his worst moments became a lot more bearable.

But then...

Well, Takashi didn't really want to dabble on those sentiments, and just pick up his earplugs and raising the volume of the music player in his iPhone, he played some of his favorite tunes, enough bad was the day already, to waste it, even more, brooding for a lost love.

It was not that the day was rainy or something similar, it was just, that it was one of those days, were the sounds of the cars, the voices of the people, their smells, the amalgam of cosmetics and perfume of the women, the deodorant of the men, the reflection of the sun on the windows and metals of the school...everything seems to conspire to made his head explode by the overwhelming assault on his senses.

For that were the cigar and the music, so he could focus on them and relax his mind and body.

At this rate, he was pretty much sure, he was going to snap against the first poor sod in his way, so he will do as he always does; grades be damned; and get the hell out of the people and find a nice and comfortable little den in the corners of the school to have a cigar and a couple of hours to relax.

He will drop the morning classes, history and math were not worth his time; he had already almost all the subjects of the scholar year practically covered; it has become a very sensible action, to study hard long before the year start, just in case he suffered a lot more bad days like this during the school year and had to be held back a grade or simply out of the school for his absences and low grades.

He was not a bad student, in fact, he was a clever boy, but the bitterness of his situation get the worst of him most of the days, and left him like he was always in a sour mood; there were few exceptions from the norm, days, on where he could even act as a normal teenager.

But those are few and scarce.

He listened to the steps...ah, better said, to the pawns of the mascot of the nurse of the school, climbing the ladders on where Takashi had taken refuge from the sun and the world, the mascot of the nurse of the school had the dubious honor to be one of the few animals that could be around Takashi without freaking out.

In a sense, Takashi knew that even with his strange and superior strength, if the push came to the shore, the humongous pet of Marikawa sensei was more than capable of tearing him to pieces.

The dog of the nurse; a big wolf-like dog of black an white fur; climbed the last set of stairs and eyed him with his honey color canine eyes, snorting from the heat, he just lazily stumped into one of the shadows of the stairs, closing his eyes and just taking a nap near Takashi, who didn't really care about the dog.

In fact, he was almost thankful of the beast, after all, every time the dog was near, his senses seem to pick up his animal scent and somehow, it does seem to quell whatever made his senses went into overload.

Takashi always found it humorous, what does that say of him? the fact that he was way better among animals than among humans? no one among his few friends could understand how it does affect him, it was like he was some kind of mistake, that he was a modern Tarzan, but he had not pass time on the jungle and instead, being directly marked by a beast.

Takashi did search for something capable of doing such a thing to him, and his research had only shown one result.

No know beast had a claw like the one that had torn his back apart; correction, there was one beast or better said, one living being.

A human was the only explanation, a human with claws and with a hand of a meter wide more or less, as absurd as it sounds, the teenager was as lost as all of the doctors and weirdos that had met during his part-time seek of the truth about what the fuck happened to him, and how on earth did he managed to survive.

He just sat on the floor, leaning on the metal rails, and keep smoking and listening to his music, looking at the beast napping at an arm distance from him; the animal just laid there without a care in the world, something he did envy the wolf-like dog, he had a very comfortable life.

Well, on the positive side of things, the big furry bastard was pampered by one of the hottest women alive, the one and only Marikawa Shizuka, a blonde bombshell that was the main attraction of half of the wet dreams of the schoolboys.

Not that Takashi was a pervert, but Morita; one of the few that he could call friends; had his hormones out of the roof half the time, and even had a list of the beauties of the school, among those same beauties, was the aforementioned nurse, in the mature women category.

The teenager smirked, he remembered how he raise an eyebrow at the absence of his ex-girlfriend from the list, but then remembered how; despite all his out of the roof libido; Morita was a clever boy, and would not add the girlfriend of his friend; a friend capable to knocking down a heavyweight boxer with only one punch; to his list of women he would love to fuck.

Well, Takashi had to admit that he did have a healthy appreciation for the feminine form, but not at the same level of Morita...sometimes he was way worse than the hormonal teenager; specially when a female caught his fancy, be it by her smell or appearance; heck, he even attends without fault Hayashi sensei classes, just because the brown-reddish haired woman had a nice voice.

If a female caught his attention, something...primal stir in him, that's perhaps why Rei broke out with him; he always had to stand on his toes around the girl, otherwise, he could have something that he would have regretted immensely, especially when the "heat" hit him like a train.

He would have cut his own throat before even doing any like that to Rei...

Still, Pinky promise...the memory of the day where they promise to marry each other, now that was a good memory, totally useless now, but still a good memory, something he could use to...stop some of his worst seizures.

Takashi sighed, remembering how bad it could be when the season comes and the trees and flowers start to bloom.

It was like a common allergy but up to a tenfold.

The next song of his playlist hit hard his eardrums and he smiled, he always loved heavy metal, the deep and strong rhythms of the music beating in resonance with his own heart and mood swings; a marriage made in hell, between a boy with the problems of an animal, and a strong music that hit something primal in the hearts of those that listen to it.

Of course, not all heavy metal managed to hit him like that, but when the song did, it was wonderful.

He could sense how he became more sedated like he has...granting himself a boon, a gift, after so many times on where he had to run from his friends and loved ones, it was a nice thing to have something that could sedate him, and do not have to take extreme measures.

Last time he did that, was when he discovered how Igou was dating Rei; not even a week after they broke; that day...well, Takashi had to admit that he almost snaps in that occasion and would have jumped at them; he wanted to tear them apart, one from his betrayal and the other for being a selfish bitch.

He ran.

He ran from them, not really given a fuck about anything but his need of getting as far as possible from the couple, and then he bought from a drug dealer from his worst times, enough shit to kill a horse.

After that moment, all the night was a blank state.

He did remember the dealer helping him to inject the whatever the hell was in that syringe; and how the man had called him Lunatico, a Spanish word for people that were out of their minds; but then, everything became a blur and he just awoke in a cell in the local police station prefecture, with the mother of all hangovers drumming on his head and becoming infamous overnight.

There was no physical evidence of what happened that night but since then, half of the teenager street gangs population of Tokonusu treat him like he was some kind of royalty and the other just wanted his head on a silver platter; not to mention how popular did he became with some of the...Ladies of the Night of some districts, as it seems that he lost his virginity that night, in an orgy with a lot of prostitutes and enough drugs for killing a dozen adult men.

As a positive side note, he did meet Maresato-san, a journalist for the local newspaper that interviewed him for what supposedly happened with him that night.

The man treated him like a person and not like the devil incarnate, like a lot of cops tend to do, except Reis father, who already knew of the shit Takashi was dealing with, on an everyday basis.

However the man didn't look at him in the same way since then, and it was no secret that he was glad his little Rei was no longer with the savage boy that had managed to scare shitless all the bands of thugs of the district in one single night.

Takashi did try to pay a visit to some of the boys that they said he put them in the hospital but each time he got near them, they had a panic attack, and he had to leave the hospital before they hurt themselves, even more, trying made a run for the hills.

In all, Takashi appreciated the peace and the fear; something in him basked in the fearful eyes of the teenager criminals like it was proper for them to fear; more than respect; him, he was at the top of the food chain, and that demands respect.

Not that he gave a fuck about all that, he wasn't part of any band, team, gang or whatever; not even the sports clubs were for him, especially after he noticed how dangerous he could be, perhaps only the track and field club, as it was only running and similar activities, but once again, it would be dangerous to show himself capable of achieving numbers that even Olympic athletes would found difficult to match.

Enough had he on his life, to add that hassle to his everyday life.

For Kami sake, he only wanted to be normal, and instead he was some kind of overpowered teen with a serious problem to live in the great city; not that Tonokusu was precisely Tokyo but still, it was big enough; and even greater problems to deal with a puberty that has been hitting him like a train when he least expected.

See aforementioned reference to Hayashi sensei classes; he even had an erection in one of those classes, when she appeared on the class with a tight blouse that did nothing to hide her wonderful breasts, and Takashi almost jump at her and ravage her senseless in front of the entire class.

He had to duct tape his own cock to his leg to hide the erection, it was painful to take out the duct tape after the classes, but between Hayashi sensei hot body, sensual voice and how the teenagers around him were as neck deep as him in their own puberty, it was miracle that he has not rip anyone throats already.

He almost bit Imamura's head off, when he loudly declared how hot the said Hayashi sensei was, along Marikawa sensei and the wife of Maresato-san; it did appear that Imamura lived in the neighbor of the journalist that interview him after his crazy as hell night.

In part because Imamura was lusting after the woman of a man he could respect, in part for loyalty to the dog at his side and in part of anger because Imamura was lusting after one of the several women that awoken his libido to an explosive degree, Takashi almost jump at the boy and tear him apart limb from limb.

But he controlled his rage, something that is was starting to get harder and harder each time, and as contrary to one could think, getting laid with the ladies of the night during his experience with hard drugs, had been for the worst, as he was now even hornier and had to stop his anger outburst with more frequency.

Takashi massaged his head, he would love to be back in his home, tinkering with his bike, a piece of machinery that he was building with his own hands; piece by piece; it gives him peace, clarity, his mind was focus and his hands were busy, even if the oily and metallic smells of the little garage should have busted his nose; instead they were welcoming, like entering in a house and fell the smells of a home, a place where you could...be you.

The soft snoring of the monster pet of Marikawa sensei was the only noise apart from his playlist, that Takashi could hear, and it relaxed him, he ended his cigar and after shutting it off; not leaving a heat or ember on it; he lazily throw the rest with amazing accuracy into of the trash cans, five meters under him.

Such impressive feats were nothing but a common thing for him, but in all honesty, they were not worth it...

As soon as that thought run over his head, a sudden and painful pang in his chest, made him cough and close his eyes.

That has been painful and unpleasant, Takashi cursed in under his breath, and now that he was starting to feel much better, once again his body had to show him how wrong he was, he was not going to simply forget and move ahead, his own body was betraying him, much like the girl so deeply fall in love with and his own best friend.

A low but deep growl cut short that line of thought as the form of the dog of Marikawa sensei raise his head and look at him for a second, before pointing his ears in one direction and turning his muzzle in that direction, he growled softly and show some of the most fearsome teeth Takashi had ever seen in a dog.

But then, the sound of a bunch of boys entered into his ears, Takashi knew those voices, they were the fuckers of the football team, Tsunoda, and his cronies to be exact; something in Takashi reacts badly to the presence of the boys as if they were a menace.

Tsunoda firmly believed that he was top dog in the academy, he was in top shape and was the star of the football team; on the other hand, he was an arrogant cretin, that had few redeeming qualities, as he was violent and aggressive with anyone who didn't pay him homage as the auto imposed title of King of Fujimi Academy.

Takashi didn't really like any of them, when he was moving around the sports club, the mere smell and overall attitude of the football team made him almost puke when he got closer and had to lean on a nearby fence before he saw red and enter into the lockers of the team, trashing them for good.

He could have done that, in fact, he did something way more brutal, if the reports of what he did during that night he lost to the drugs, were to be trusted.

Some of them were preposterous but the hospital bills did not lie and...well, Takashi didn't really want to go deep in that can of worms, enough awkwardness had he to endure with his parents when they enter the room to visit his son, who was perfectly healthy, except for a massive headache.

Cleanest blood analysis ever.

All the doctor were dumbfounded, they took blood and tissue samples of him, just to see how on earth did he managed to get clean of the overdose he injected himself, in such a short amount of time; but all test come clean, there was nothing special about him, apart from some very serious anger issues.

Takashi gritted his teeth and just prayed for the boys to left soon, this was a very relaxing spot, and as sooner as those cretins left, sooner could he be back to his own little relaxing time with his music and another highly tasteful cigar; those things were expensive but they were very good, and they do numb enough his smell and taste senses so he could walk around the rest of his classmates without being sick from the smell of so many perfumes, pheromones, and other odors present in the school.

He just sat in the shadows of the stairs where he was smoking and take a more comfortable position, laying on the floor, looking at the sky and picking up another cigar from the insides of his jacket, he put it in his mouth but did not lighten it; he will wait for the boys under him to left, before he could smoke in peace.

He should have know better, after all, the world had an ax to grind with his sorry ass.

As soon as it looks like the boys were going to left, another teenager pass through the corner, the chubby boy was reading a magazine, and for his body language, he was truly fascinated by the contents of the gun magazine; well Takashi didn't really like the guns, but he was not one to talk considering his own little problems; as he passed the corner, he slammed face front on the chest of Tsunoda, making the taller boy fall on his ass comically.

Takashi broke a smile, he loved when someone was able to put Tsunoda down a peg or two; something that only teachers and few students were capable of doing without the boy attacking them; but his smile soon vanish when he could ear the swearing of Tsunoda and how they were about to beat the shit out of the poor boy just for an accident.

A growl made him turn his face to look at the monster pet of Marikawa sensei, the wolf-like dog had his golden eyes set on the scene, there was something on those eyes that made Takashi uncomfortable, well, that would be not exactly, it was...odd.

He felt much better around the dog, somehow the animal presence of the massive dog was capable of still some sense of peace in the crazy body of Takashi, that enjoyed the company and the silence, and yet he could sense, that the dog and he shared a connection.

This was one of those occasions, where the could almost hear the disapproval of the dog, how his eyes were set in the backs of the Tsunoda group, if only one of those fuckers would turn around and saw the eyes of the beast, he would crap his pants one hundred percent.

But the dog snorted softly and turn his eyes to Takashi who just gulped, oh boy, he really hate when the dog looks at him like that, it was like being scolded by his parent but in an exponential manner, Takashi could swear to Kami, each time the dog looks at him like that, he just wanted to dig a hole and bury himself before facing that looks.

And there it was, the look.

The damn dog was looking at him, with a silent question hanging in his eyes.

"Are you doing to do shit or what?" could be the appropriate resume of what the eyes of the dog sent to Takashi who just tried to respond, that it wasn't his business, that it was not his fucking problem, but then, Takashi had to admit that he didn't like it too, that he didn't like how Tsunoda was around like he was the Top Dog of the Academy.

Tsunoda was not an alpha, just a boisterous dog, a big fish in a small pond, who had not meet yet, a true predator.

Takashi look his eyes with the canine ones and tried to made his point about not interfering, but before he could present a valid argument; both dog and human raise their head in unison, at the sound of a sickening crunch.

Takashi sighed, this was stupid, this was...irresponsible and stupid, this was incredibly stupid.

Yet, he found himself jumping over the fence and landing perfectly, just behind two of the bunch of cretins, and dragging them by the neck of their uniforms, he sent them flying against the walls of the stairs with force enough to made them groan in pain.

He moved like a shadow, taking advantage of the surprise and the reflexes of his body, his reflexes were far more superior than anybody of his age, not even professional fighters; like the boxer, he knocked out in one punch; were capable of following his speed.

One kick to the back the knee, the boy kneel in pain, a quick punch; just a tap more than a punch, Takashi didn't want to bash his skull; and the boy was out cold, the fourth boy turn around and received a devastating light hook from the left, that made him kiss the floor.

The fifth boy just tried to raise his fist but Takashi just kick him in the bollocks without even looking and the last of the thugs, just feel to the floor like a doll that had its strings cut.

Then reached Tsunoda position and caught his fist before he could punch the chubby boy again.

That sickening crunch of before?, Tsunoda had punched the poor boy in the face and the crunch was his nose being busted; the nose of the fat boy most probably will be broken and that was the last straw of Takashi patience.

He didn't have a hero complex, for Pete sake, he was a monster in the making, one day he will lose control of his rage or his libido and will do something that would send him directly to jail, or the reformatory, if he was still a teenager.

But one thing was to had a hero complex and another completely different matter was to allow pieces of shit like Tsunoda and his thugs did as they please; that would only give them more confidence, and then, broken noses would become their favorite pastime.

Takashi hated bullies, he found them just...offensive, if you are strong enough to beat the shit out of all the people around you, you don't need to remind everyone and yourself that fact by beating the shit of everyone in a regular basis; something that cretins like Tsunoda did not seem to be able to engrave in their thick skulls.

"Enough," said Takashi, who had not lost his cigar by the way.

"Let go of me!" screamed Tsunoda, as he tried to free his wrist form the iron grip of Takashi.

Then he saw the scene and his eyes widened at the picture, all his friends were out of commission and he had not noticed anything until this fucker had grabbed his arm before he could punch this fatso ass till next week for making him look ridiculous.

"I said enough" repeated Takashi and let go of the arm of Tsunoda, walking past him and picking up from the floor the glasses of the fat boy.

"Calm down, pal," said Takashi to the pained boy, picking up one of his arms and raising him like it weights nothing, offering his glasses; which were not broken, mute testimony of the quality of the product; to the pained boy.

He could see how twisted to the left was his nose, fortunately, it did not look entirely broken, it would hurt like a bitch but if they managed to put it back and give him a lot of anti-inflammatories, it would be fixed in no time.

"Thanks" managed to say the dark-haired boy, he did not put his glasses on, it would be a wasted effort seeing how his nose was.

"Think nothing of it" replied Takashi, before searching for his lighter but before he could take it out, Tsunoda sucker punch him in the gut.

The worst consequence was how he munched the cigar, ruining it; Takashi reacted badly to the attack and with a snarl, he backslapped Tsunoda into a wall...three meters at their side.

Takashi blinked, Kohta blinked; and discover how a mistake it was with his nose broken; heck even the dog of Marikawa sensei seems to blink.

"Err..." said Kohta, astonished " sorry, but...did you just bitch slapped Tsunoda into a wall?".

"Uh" was the clever and concise response of Takashi.

Takashi was pretty much sure, Kohta was enjoying being attended by Marikawa sensei, especially the way her titanic breasts jiggle as the stunningly beautiful blonde treat the nose of the boy, Tsunoda had hit Kohta with enough strength to bend his nose, but fortunately; as Takashi predicted, Marikawa sensei could put it into place, with a little help of Takashi and a lot of pain for Kohta.

After that, she rubbed the noise of the boy with an anti-inflammatory ointment, action still in progress.

Takashi could understand how attractive the blonde nurse was; and not only for those breasts of hers, easily as big as her head, but for the cheery and optimistic attitude of the woman; in fact Takashi was pretty much convinced she was an airhead, but she was a very competent nurse that had helped him when the worst of his seizures made him cry like a child.

He owned her that at last, not to mention how she was the owner of the dog; who was patiently waiting outside of the building; that counted as one of the few people that could be around him, and do not treat him like a freak.

Speaking about that; Takashi laughed for the first time in forever; at last from his perspective; when the busty nurse jumped at the big dog and hugged him by his dear life smiling like a child, nuzzling her face on the fur of the dog and repeating " who is a good boy?,Plushy is a Kami boy".

Yes, Plushy, that's how this wonderful and bombshell nurse called her monster dog.

Takashi stared at the dog, who elegantly ignore him before the teen started to laugh wholeheartedly at the pet name of the wolf-like dog.

It was rich, at a level he couldn't express with words, from now on, he was going to be sure to always call the royal dog, Plushy, each time he tried to pull one of his glares of hell on him.

"Hirano-kun, fighting is a bad thing" softly admonished the nurse to Kohta, who just sweatdropped.

"Err...sensei, I wasn't fighting, Komuro-san was the one that stopped those bullies from hitting me more" explain Kohta.

"Komuro-kun" whined the nurse, leaving the ointment he was applying on Kohta nose, before bandaging his nose " what did I tell you about tiring yourself? you had to think about your own health first".

"Sorry sensei" came almost automatically the response of Takeshi, he was more than accustom to apologize to the kind nurse, he didn't really want to be a bother for the woman, the infirmary was one of the few heavens where he could stay without wishing to break his skull in half at the sounds and the scents of the school.

"Excuse meee!" started Kohta to ask before the pain of the tight bandages of his twisted nose give him a call before the nurse could end the treatment "what are you talking about? Komuro-san was capable of taking down six persons in a matter of seconds, for Pete sakes, he sent one flying into a wall with a single back slap" said Kohta who stared at Takashi in amazement.

Kohta was lost there, sick?, frail?, yeah sure; if it was the case, the boy would not be capable of sweeping the floor with the captain of the football team and his thugs; much less trying to hide how he was trying to smoke a damn cigar; if that was sickness, then Kohta would gladly sign for it, it was much better than being beaten up every time one of those mongrels had a bad day.

"I have hypersensitivity," said Takashi with a neuter voice.

He could see how Plushy, had hidden in one of the corners of the room, as he could not be on the place, it went against the rules, but the nurse always felt much better with her oversized dog around her.

"Isn't that a physiological sickness?" ask Kohta not seeing the problem.

"I said I have hypersensitivity, not that I was hyperactive" corrected Takashi with a sad smile, oh Kamis above how would have loved to just be hyperactive, that would have been a blessing.

"My senses are way sharper than the rest" explain Takashi " and that enhanced senses made me suffer almost constant headaches, mood swings, and anger issues".

Takashi sighed and took out his earplugs, even at full volume, he could ear Marikawa sensei and Kohta without any problem, something that the latter suddenly noticed at catching up how loud the volume really was, it was loud enough for both of them to ear even when Takashi was at the other side of the room.

"You had something made of leather in the breast pocket of your jacket "started Takashi to spoke " you ate for breakfast miso soup and a serving of Nori, pickles and...oh, our families bought the same daikon radish patent, on the other hand, Marikawa-sensei, what did I told you about drinking wine on the job?".

"How on earth?" said Kohta gobsmacked as the nurse blush very cutely before covering her lips and lick them.

Takashi had nailed it and she has had a glass of wine with the bento he bought before coming for work; it was her secret vice, he blamed Rika for it, she was a very hard drinker, and she has corrupted her poor innocent being with her drunkard habits.

"Not as cool as it sounds, Hirano-san" said Takashi putting back his earplugs, before the sounds of the building and the chatting of the teenagers on the classes around them made his headache worse; he was in one of those moments, on where he was relatively well and clear, one of those moments on where he could think and spoke clearly.

"Imagine you could ear all the students in this building chatting at the same time" said Takashi with hidden bitterness in his words " smell all the colognes, perfumes and cosmetics the girl uses, all of them at the same time; even taste some of the stronger ones, imagine you could smell all the toilets on this floor, and could tell without any mistake which of them are used right now, by females or males"

"That sounds...like a complete nightmare," said Kohta, both he and Marikawa-sensei had a very serious expression, listening to what Takashi had to endure when his senses went into overload and made his life completely miserable.

"Sometimes is the smell, sometimes my earring, sometimes my eyesight" shrugged Takashi " I can control it up to a point, but there are times where I can barely think straight, as my senses overload my brain, those are the worst seizures I had ever had, Marikawa sensei is kind enough to give me some low sedatives and painkillers and let me sleep through the worst of them".

"I'm sorry Komuro-san, I didn't know" apologize Kohta.

"Not your fault Hirano-san" smiled softly Takashi, as Morita and other that he could call friends, there was something in the smell of Hirano that did not assault his senses like a jackhammer like it happens with people like Tsunoda and others, Takashi's sense of smell made several differences between people.

It was like an animal, he classified them as menaces, irrelevant, part of the pack, mates, and enemies.

Kohta´s smell seems to be on the part of the pack list, along with Marikawa sensei and Plushy, oh Kami, he loved that name for the monster dog, it was golden.

Tsunoda has been transferred to the enemies list, people that Takashi would gladly bite their heads off and then take a dump on the bleeding stump of the neck, just along that slippery fucker called Shido, there was something on that man, that put all his body in maximum alert, he just wanted to tear him to pieces.

Mates...now that was a tricky question, for a long time, there was only one name on that list; Rei.

Takashi loved the orange haired girl with all his heart, truly, that's why he always was on guard around her; he shudders even thinking about what could have happened if he had lost control during one of their dates, he would have taken the virginity of the girl like a starved wolf.

Much like he did under the influence of the drug, but this time with ten or so prostitutes that could handle the passions of an inexperienced teenager boy, no matter how enhanced his stamina was...right?, he don't really wanted to dabble on the rumors about the amateur porn video that had him as only male protagonist against twenty girls, and no one among their friends had the balls to said nothing about it.

In all, that night was only the beginning of an ever worst nightmare as his puberty was now on the loose, he now had a more than an unhealthy appetite for the female company that had him banging his head against the wall more times than he would like to count.

"Had you ever consider the idea of wearing earplugs and nose plugs?" asked Hirano and Takashi raise an eyebrow looking at him with a deadpan expression.

"Yeah, of course, you have" smiled awkward Kohta " but I am not talking about the ones that are sell on pharmacies and the sort, but the ones that soldiers and other professional wears".

"There is a difference?" asked Takashi suddenly very interested.

"Well, yes" nodded Kohta " in every shooting gallery of the USA, they wear heavy headphones to tone down the noise of the weapons, much like professional gunners that had to be careful or the shock of the cannons could broke their eardrums and be deaf for life, one thing is the common every day earplugs and the ones that had to deal with thunderous noise almost every hour of the day".

"Is that so?" Takashi get closer to the boy and take a chair to sit on it and listen to the explanation of the boy, more carefully " and where I could get some of those?".

"I don't know exactly where you could find or buy them" confess Kohta, but before Takashi could fell his hopes die he continued " but I had a set at home and I could lend you some earplugs that could help you, at last with the earring problem".

"I...would really appreciate that, thank you," said Takashi and smiled truly for the first time in weeks, since Rei and him...well, he didn't want to open that can of worms.

"I owe you...owww" massaged his nose Kohta just to discover that even if the ointment of Marikawa-sensei was very effective, his almost broken nose was still very sensitive.

Said nurse was softly smiling as she filled all the paperwork she had abandon for the last days, up to a point that she had a damn mountain of it in front of her.

In her thoughts she was glad that finally, Takashi had made a friend, so far he was always alone, from time to time, she discretely send Plushy to keep the boy company, and the dog and the boy seems to be comfortable in each other presence, not to mention, the dog could keep the boy out of trouble.

Plushy always did that to her, since he followed her home and after she fed and clean the monster, she found a black and white, soft, warm and comfortable oversized plushy doll like the ones she always wanted; Rika shouted at her for a little but she had to admit that the dog was a very imposing beast and could keep her out of troubles when Rika was not around.

Still, Marikawa Shizuka was not the airhead everybody believes she was; well, she was a bit naive, but she was an innocent girl, she swore, she was a pure girl yet, Rika always scare all men around of them, when they tried to flirt with her, and since Plushy was around, few men had the balls to get near her before a growl from Plushy scared them out.

So far, only Rika and Takashi could be around her dog and feel safe and comfortable with him.

And it was truly sad that Takashi was more comfortable with a dog like Plushy around than with other children of his age.

She always pitied Takashi, the boy was a very good kid, with a solid head on his shoulders, much like Rika, but his hypersensitivity was one of the worst nightmares one could even suffer, all his senses were a mess, sometimes they are at their peak, other he was dull like a log; his ear and nose seems to be at war about who mess up with the boy more...in resume, he was screwed.

Shizuka extend a hand and scratch Plushy behind the ears, she always loved the soft yet strong fur of her pet; the action made Plushy to growl a little in pleasure from the sudden petting, and she smiled at the animal, despite all his wolf-like appearance, Shizuka has yet to see Plushy attack, anyone, well except when he bit a pervert that tried to grope her ass in the streets, and that doesn't count.

The woman saw Takashi and his new friend interact and she felt a little stupid for do not think about that sooner, earplugs; she didn't have any friend that...wait, she still had a friend that could help her, not sure if he will help her after how Rika almost shoot him for a misunderstanding, but Henry had never been one to hold any grudges, the English man was a complete gentleman.

For Takashi, it has been one of best weeks of his life.

Kohta was right; Kami bless his gun otaku heart of gold; gunner earplugs works, they do block all that noise, they do shut up a lot of the background noise, allowing him to have a normal conversation and on top of that Marikawa sensei give him another gift that made his life better.

It does seem that she had a friend called Henry Morgan, the best forensic examiner there was in the USA, and when she told him via Skype, what was happening with one of her dear students, the doctor send him a package with a few things that made his life a lot better.

A set of plugs for the nose, they could be put and no one will notice that he was wearing them, a recipe for a concoction of herbs that would dull his taste enough so he could drink with normality and do not have a seizure each time he tried to eat a chocolate bar; a couple of breath exercises and advises about his anger issues and a set of incense candles that would allow him to relax a lot more when he was at home and had to let it go all the stress of the day.

Takashi did not know of Henry Morgan, he never meet the man, but he was grateful beyond words to the friend of Marikawa sensei, however, he did notice how Plushy did seems to snarl about some of his actions, like he disapproved of how was he acting.

He did not react to the beverage Doctor Morgan gave to him, in fact the dog seems pleased with it, it was the plugs that made the dog snarl and look at him in disappointment, it surprised a little Takashi but he soon let it go, as the plugs and whatever the herbal potion that Doctor Morgan gave him, was the perfect solution for most of his problems.

Now he could act like a common, hormonal teenager, neck deep in puberty...ah, shit.

Takashi had forgotten about that little problem, but now that he could keep up some semblance of normal life, he..had no idea how to spoke with a girl.

Leaving apart Rei, he had never had any close relationship with any other girl; the crazy night when he lost his virginity didn't count at all; and in all honesty, he was not the best boyfriend ever, not after how Rei dumped his sorry ass for Igou, for his best friend.

That was a tough pill to swallow.

But he had already deal with it...somehow.

Takashi hated puberty, damn, he did hate puberty with a passion.

But in all, there were good things, now he could interact with his classmates in a more relaxed manner, and Kohta and he had become quite the good friends, even if Takashi did not understand half of the explanations of Kohta about firearms and the such.

The troubled teenager consider the guns nothing but a headache in the making, only the noise was more than enough to give him migraines; that's why he barely saw action films, the explosions and the loud barks of the gunshots were like drums for his head.

Ironically, he could listen to heavy metal without a problem, yet listening to a machine gun on the movies, made him cringe from his ringing ears.

Another of the fucking problems he had to deal with as a teenager with a hypersensitivity problem.

So far the remedy of Doctor Morgan was good, and Takashi almost strangled the ditzy nurse of the school for not consulting the good doctor as soon as she knew about his condition.

But Takashi knew that his case was a rare case, how would have the nurse knew that Doctor Morgan had already treated a similar case? his sickness was one in a million.

Speaking of that, it was really good the remedy the doctor gave him, and the ingredients were surprisingly cheap, his parents were delighted when Takashi started to improve his mood and health after the first couple of days of taking the medicine, it was cheap, it was good for the boy and it did wonders to improve his mood.

All wins from Takashi's parents' point of view.

As an interesting consequence, Takashi had become way more laid back when he had his ear and nose plugs on, like he had the head buried in a pillow, and all the world around him was way duller than before, something that suited him perfectly well, he was very sick from seeing the world in HD.

Yet, there was something that did not change, and it was his improved eyesight,something that come quite handy on his tinkering of his old and loved bike, a Yamaha model, so outdated that he only conserved the chassis, as the rest of the pieces were impossible to find or he would have to build them with his own hands, something that he was not confident enough yet.

He wanted to be a mechanic, and now that his attendance and grades would become better, it was no longer an impossible dream.

Takashi exited his class, without even a glance to Rei or Igou; it was a work in progress, it hurts but it will heal, much like everything else in his life, although; and after how Marikawa sensei accidentally slipped during one conversation how he beat the crap out of Tsunoda and his minions; he suddenly became a lot more popular than before.

And thanks to the plugs and the medicine, he could deal with the extra attention before he had to bite someones head off, namely a fangirl or one of Tsunoda teammates; bunch of assholes all of the latter, at last, the Third year group, however, their adviser was none other than Shido sensei and with that knowledge in mind, it does have a lot of sense that all of them were a bunch of wankers.

Anyhow, with that rumor running around and how his reputation as the one you don't want to cross; his crazy nigh added to the gossiping mill; Takashi suddenly become some kind of a celebrity among his fellow students in Fujimi High School, mostly among the ones that were bullied by the older students.

Now that one Second year student kicked their sorry asses, they were not as cocky as they were in the past, but only when Takashi was not around, they did try to provoke him and beat the crap out of him by sheer numbers, but when Takashi broke the leg of one of them and then throw him down the stairs of a second floor, they finally caught the message.

Kohta was laughing his ass off during all that incident, as he advised Takashi about be careful not to throw the body downstairs very forcefully or he will break his neck in fall, and that was something that none of them wanted right?.

The long pause that a deadpanned faced Takashi made after that statement, was the final nail in the coffin for any desire of vengeance of the football team, some thought about hurting Kohta or the ex-girlfriend of Takashi, but the former was always near Takashi during the school and the latter was dating a black belt in karate that could kick their asses blindfolded.

Still, his fame came with an undesired consequence, and it was how half of the school believed he was some kind of violent delinquent and the karate and boxing club were on the hunt for him now, especially when they get an ear about how he knocked down a heavyweight boxer during a sparring match.

Kohta once said that it must be impossible, and then Takashi punched the concrete wall of the stairs on where both of them were having lunch, breaking the hard concrete and leaving an inch crater and some cracks on the wall, without even a mark on the skin of his hand, nor any show of discomfort on his body language.

As the glasses of Kohta started to slip of his stunned face, the third person of the group at that moment, grab Takashi by the ear and give him an angered earful about how irresponsible that has been.

Saya was always like that, she was a genius, and she didn't lose a chance to remember all of them how clever she was, but she was one of the oldest and dearest friends of Takashi, and he will allow her such intimacies, after all, not only her father was a very intimidating person, but Saya was one of the few that had tried to help him with his problem.

She was still a bit sore about how a mysterious doctor from overseas has managed to help Takashi with his problem, and she could barely believe how an airhead like Marikawa-sensei could be friends with such an amazing person.

She dug a little about that Doctor, and his credentials were top notch, in fact, he had published dozens of articles in reputed scientific magazines and was one of the few that could perform some of the hardest surgery operations know to mankind with a hundred percent success.

How did he end as forensic examiners for NYPD was something Saya couldn't believe.

But the man had done her best friend a favor and that goes a long way with the temperamental teenager; one of the five beauties of Fujimi High School; the third Takashi believed; just under Saeko Busujima and Yuuki Miku; one was the queen of the school and the other one of the most sensual woman Takashi has ever saw.

Marikawa-sensei and Hayashi-sensei not included; one was the nurse of the school and the other was one of the "Sound crushes" that Takashi had.

"Sound crush" was the name that Saya and Marikawa-sensei give to those females that had caught the fancy of Takashi by simply having a nice voice, or at last, a voice that Takashi found fascinating.

"Smell and Eye crushes" were on that list too, and Saya had a lot of fun mocking Takashi around for being a pervert, although he always had Morita and Kohta supporting him.

One of them; Morita; just was happy to have another pervert like him around, and the other knew how bad was for Takashi and his enhanced senses, one of the worst things about his almost like superpowers was that he could listen to the couples making out at a hundred meters of range.

It didn't sound so bad, uh?, then Takashi explained that said couple was Rei and Igou; and to make things worst he could smell and hear how Yuuki Miku was giving a blowjob to her last boy toy in the hall just a couple of meters above their heads.

Kohta paled and silently gave Takashi his plugs, ignorance was a bliss in those cases.

Curiously, when Saya joined them during their little escapades and their time for having a lunch, she appeared with Plushy and both of them were looking at Takashi with a shadow of disappointment in their eyes, at that point Takashi couldn't care less, he just wanted to block the sound and the smells...oh dear Kami the smells.

Female arousal was one thing, he could live with that sweet and attractive smell, but for fuck sakes, he didn't want to smell the arousal of all the boys of the school each fucking time they were salivating at the sight of the girls of the PE class in their tight and revealing bloomers.

And then he needed a cold shower.

Just imagining Marikawa-sensei, Hayashi-sensei, Rei, and a lot of other women, dress in bloomers and with trails of sweat going down their curves.

He had to smash his head against the wall each time he had one of those fantasies, much to the amazement of Kohta and Saya...and Plushy, that seems to bark like a laugh each time that happened.

On one of that occasion, it was was surrealistic enough for the boy patience, that just had to excuse himself and went to the vending machines for a very cold drink.

Plushy went after him, and Takashi could swear that the dog was smirking.

Takashi knew, or at last suspected, that the dog was far more clever than his stupid name and monster like appearance suggested, otherwise he would not have followed the blonde bombshell and get pampered by a very, very hot woman.

Curiously, a similar event, allowed him to add another name to his ever-growing list of females that had enraptured him, one name that could make him forgot about Rei and her betrayal, and for that, Takashi was grateful for the dog, to be an ass, just for that occasion.

It was a cloudy day; the sky was covered by white clouds that travel the sky, forming cycles of shadow and light over the facilities of the Fujimi High School, it was later in the evening, where most of the clubs were already finishing their activities for the day, and prepare to close their rooms and training fields.

Takashi had left Saya and Kohta in the train station, both of them shook their heads when they discover that Takashi ran every day from his home to the school, almost half an hour by train was covered by a boy in less than a quarter and without even breaking a sweat.

He smiled and when he was about to put his headphones on, he discovered that he had left them in his locker, he has so accustom now to his earplugs that he couldn't listen to any music during school, but he loved to have music as background when he ran all the way back to his home.

Takashi covered the space that separated the school from the train station in a blink, reaching the school gates and entering into the slow light dimmed hall entrance, he looked out for his locker and picked up the headphones, with a smirk he left them on the floor as he was about to take out his earplugs.

Then Plushy appeared from nowhere and grab his earplugs, making a run for the backyard of the school.

Takashi growled, and if anyone should have ear that growl, would no doubt attach it to an animal, not a human being, humans are not capable of growling like that; the human growl is a pale imitation of what a feral growl could transmit to those that ear it; and in this case, Takashi was seeing red.

Fortunately, there was not a lot of students around otherwise, his ears would be overwhelmed by the noise, and he could count his stars that his nose plugs were on; if he had to smell the place now, he would have puked his innards out.

The sports club had just ended, that means sweat, lots and lots of sweat and dirty clothes; he started to feel sick just to think about it.

Plushy run for the fields and Takashi was right after him, following the dog, at a speed that no human should be able to accomplish, but Takashi didn't care about that right now, he was way more focused on hunting down the fucking thief pet of Marikawa-sensei.

They left behind some of the fields, leaving a lot of the members of the different clubs astonished at the picture of the monster dog of the nurse of the school and the infamous Takashi running after him, and what was even more impressive was how the boy was capable of keeping the distance with the animal, even when they run over fences and obstacles that both surpass with amazing easiness.

They jumped, dodged, overcome and just run all over the training field if all the place was nothing but a flat surface, dodging the amazed people as Takashi cursed and snarled at the dog that just kept evading him, unconscious of how he was leaving all athletics clubs like amateurs, without even breaking a sweat.

The dog finally pass a building and Takashi just see his chance to finally hunt the dog, he increased his speed and jumping with all his might, he tackled the damn dog with enough strength to send both of them flying at the little group of persons that were standing right at the front of the Kendo club.

Takashi, Plushy and a couple of unfortunate bystanders were dragged in the tackle and be sent flying into a nearby wall, in a confusing mess of limbs and fur.

Still, under the adrenaline from the chase, Takeshi climbed over Plushy and snatch his earplugs from the mouth of the dog, with a final roar of triumph.

Standing over all of the fallen, and with the earplugs in his extended hand and a savage smile on his lips, Takashi was a very impressive yet a little humorous figure.

Unknown to him, the people in front of the Kendo club just stare at him, who simply proceed to put his earplugs back and sigh in relief, and when that happened, he just noticed how he was the main attraction of a freak show, judging by the stunned faces of all of the people in front of him.

Then his nose caught a smell that froze his mind, it was...oh, Kami, it was perfect, sweet, strong, delicate, firm, traced with the taint of blood, female sweet sweat, metal, and perfume.

Takashi blushed and with a quick search, he looks out for the source of the smell, founding it in the very presence of the School most beautiful girl, none other than the Kendo Captain Saeko Busujima, who was staring at her with a smirk and amazement on her luscious lips.

Takashi punched the side of the dog and frowned at him; the dog just barked in amusement and struggle to get rid of himself of the trio of unconscious boys over him, the dog snorted at the pitiful resistance of the teenagers, if they were knocked down with just a soft tackle.

"I apologize for the interruption" bowed Takashi to the kendo team and the people in front of the door "this oversized fur ball stole my earplugs and I had to recover them, I am sorry if I disturbed your practice".

After such a heartfelt apology, all the female Kendo team started to see the infamous Takashi in a different light.

First of all, he had just put Tsunoda and his minions down a peg in a very unorthodox manner, and despite his fame as a troublemaker and violent, he was apologizing in a very polite and respectful manner.

His impressive show of physical strength and his cute face and deep honey brown eyes with a hint of how savage he really was, was not a bad thing for the teenager girls; after all, bad boys are the favorite of the young girls, especially bad boys that had cute side just for their favorite girls.

It was a cliche, but that didn't prevent it to be true.

Then, Takashi just jumped over a two meters fence like it was nothing and made a run back to the entrance lockers, he still had his bag and belongings there, he left them there, before the bloody dog stole his earplugs; he didn't know but he was running at a speed that not even a professional runner would be able to achieve.

Not that he cared, she was embarrassed beyond words, and just wanted to pack his things, made a run for home and dig himself a hole where he could dream about the purple haired Kamidess of war that he...wait, what?.

Takashi screeched an alt in front of the entrance, noticing two things.

Number one, he was already having erotic daydreams with a girl he had barely just see...and the Captain of the Kendo club if his guess was correct about who was the woman that had caught his senses like a bear trap.

Number two, his pants were barely containing an erection.

If just the smell and the view of Saeko Busujima had such a reaction on him, he feared for what could happen if she got closer to him, he desired her, she was...absolutely perfect.

Her figure was to die for, her eyes were blue orbs on where he could gladly drown all day, those kissable lips of her, with a faint trace of the strawberry of her lipstick, lips that called him for kiss until they need breath again... she was a warrior, a true warrior graced with skill and beauty, she was perfect.

And Takashi could barely control himself to get back there and take her as his; he wanted her, he wanted her so badly that it was like an addiction, and he could barely control himself from doing exactly that...

He despised him, he despised him deeper than he could believe.

Crying tears of rage, Takashi enter in the hall and pick up his possessions, before making a run for his home, lust, anger and revulsion fighting on his soul, as he made a run to his house, a place where he could drink a liter of his medicine, pick up a mantle and hide in his garage.

That night Takashi cried like a child, his emotions were as rampant as his senses, and only the concoction of Doctor Morgan established him long enough so he could appear normal in front of his parents and do not puke his guts out about how has he been so close to almost rape a girl, even if he had only thought about it.

A girl that pulled him like she was the moon and he the sea, a girl that he had no doubt was worthy of something much better than a broken product like him, a beast that could barely control himself...

Unknown for Takashi a set of canine eyes were set on him, the intentions of those eyes inscrutable, but there was a worry, pity, and understanding in the eyes of a regal beast, that has been following Takashi since the boy left the school like all the devils of hell were after him.

The beast knew that the boy was at his limit, he has done all he could to deny the wolf on him, to deny his true form, and that battle; specially now that he has found a new mate; was destroying him, the potion of Henry was capable to stabilize him, but his own human morals and surprisingly iron will be dampening his powers.

He will break soon and will reclaim his inheritance and power.

About bloody time...

However, that did not prevent Takashi to have one of the worst nights of his life.

His dreams, as usual, were of hunt and blood, but at this time, mostly at the end of each dream on where he hunted or was hunted; Saeko was there, waiting for the triumphant human or beast, to embrace her and lost themselves in the deeps of passion under the light of the full moon.

Her face twisted in an expression of absolute bliss made Takashi crazy with lust, taking her in all the debauchery ways he could think, actions that only seems to please even more the violet-haired warrior woman, as she moaned and screamed his name with each deep thrust.

Nightmare or wet dream?, for Takashi it was not up for debate, enough embarrassed he was already to even thought about telling anyone about those dreams.

At the next morning Takashi noticed how he was sweating like he had run a marathon, he had wet his blanket; in a pool so wide that it would seem that he has pissed the bed more than having a wet, very wet dream; and he was still sporting a massive morning wood.

Groaning, the poor teenager crawled out of the bed and miserably drag himself until the freezer of his home, picking up the bottle of Doctor Morgan remedy and gulping half of the bottle in one go; the effects were immediate, his mind became clearer, his body lost the sluggish sensation and his erection subdued.

Doctor Morgan should patent this shit, it was better than coffee and tranquilizers together in one mint savored drink.

Takashi was grateful to the friend of Marikawa sensei for the remedy, it was a miracle that he had previously treated another person with his symptoms, he was convinced that he was the only one in Japan with such a problem like his; but it does seem that in the USA there was another dozen of persons with the same condition like him; and Doctor Morgan had helped one of those dozen poor sods.

Feeling much better, at last physically, Takashi went into the shower, his parents will not be up until an hour, Takashi was one early bird after his condition worsened after the attack he suffered in the mountains when he was a child, he only need four or six hours of sleep each day, sometimes even less, to feel refreshed and ready for another horrid day.

In the last week, that attitude changed, especially after the plugs and the remedy but it was far from a cure for his condition.

Marikawa-sensei, in one of those serious moments of hers, already explained to him that this was not some kind of sickness, that he will have to learn to deal with it during all his life; Takashi cursed his rotten luck and resigned for what was going to be a total pain in the ass for the rest of his life.

Being honest with himself Takashi didn't want to go to school, now that he had picked the glorious smell of Busujima senpai, he would be unconsciously be drawn to her, even if he didn't want, his nose will turn in the direction of her smell, his ears will be waiting for her voice.

It was like being with Rei again, but in a tenfold dose, and in a corner of his heart, Takashi was not ready for another relationship.

That line of thought, made him pause, relationship?, who the fuck he believed he was?, he was just an average fucker with a serious problem of attitude, a woman like Busujima-senpai did not deserve to be burdened with a broken shit like him.

A broken boy capable of breaking steel with his bare hands and perform amazing athletic feats, along being one of the most capable mechanics that reside on the city; but that statements were not of importance on the mind of Takashi, who was brooding on the chair of the kitchen, drinking his remedy.

He got up and move into the kitchen, ready to make some breakfast for him and his family, he could not look it, but he was a very good cook, he had an advanced sense of taste and smell, something that allowed him to notice when a soup was ready, what was the perfect seasoning point or when the ingredients were perfectly cooked.

He mainly did it for his parents, especially after how he had a lot of free times in the mornings before going to school, and his mom was proud of the fact that he knew how to cook so well, Takashi once thought about following that path, but just the thought of all the smells of a kitchen and he became dizzy; he could endure the heat without a worry, but the smells of hundreds of preparations and raw ingredients, that was something he could not deal with.

Seasoned rice, miso, natto, some meat side dishes and a serving of nori was the typical breakfast for his family and he left it ready to heat and serve, on the other hand, he was slowly chewing a raw filet with a distracted impression.

Raw meat, somehow the ingestion of raw meat did wonders to his mood and even help him to endure his worst seizures, when his senses play all kind of tricks on him, like being able to discern what was the soap the neighbor used to made her laundry, and to pick up seven different shit smells from the animals surrounding his house neighborhood.

Chewing on the raw meat, Takashi just eyed through the glass of the window, eying the cloudy sky and noticing how relatively clear the sky was, even if the weather girl has advised about an incoming storm.

Well, the weather reports were never the most accurate ones, and he could tell it by the smell of the air; once he could leave apart the nauseate smells of pollution and humanity at his finest; how the air was relatively clean of any traces of the sensations he always had related with the storms.

When Takashi nose picked up some humidity, a touch of grass and other smells that he could not describe with words, he knew that there was rain on the way, it does help a lot about when its time to put the laundry to dry or to know when to carry an umbrella around.

Not that he needed it, or in fact, he preferred to run under the rain, as the water fell on him, the rain does purify the smells of the city, and he loved how the water drops fall on his body like a natural shower, the smell of a storm cloud was always welcome for his senses.

Still, this was not to be the occasion, it was going to be a couple of sunny days at least, before the rainfall.

Sighing, Takashi left the kitchen and made a walk into his little garage, the place where he could tinker in his little machine; a devastated Yamaha that he was reconstructing piece by piece; all he wanted before having to face the school day once again.

Well, on the bright side, today he had a class with Hayashi sensei, and he could make a run for the rooftop during the classes of the evening, before having to face the anger of Saya, he loved the temperamental girl, but sometimes she was too much for him.

There was nothing between them, as a few of his classmates and the gossip mill said. Saya was one of the few true friends he had, he played a lot with her during kindergarten and that friendship continued during high school, Saya was a sister, and you Don't fuck your sister, that was gross.

Picking up a wrench so he could make some repairs on the bike, Takashi remembered the list of Morita, how he added Saya as the fifth most beautiful girl in the school.

Morita, one of the best friends of Takashi, had a list of the beauties of the school.

Number one was Saeko Busujima and Takashi wholeheartedly agreed with that title after seeing the girl in person and had to run before he jumped at her and ravaged her savagely...and he clenched his teeth, rejecting the mere idea of following that line of thought, shutting it before it takes a hold of his conscious thoughts.

Number two was Yuuki Miku, the unofficial slut of the school if one had to pay attention to the rumors about how she had a very open sexuality and loved to flirt and drag different boys by the nose, having them as toys until she grew bored of them.

Number three was shared, as Misuzu Ichijou and Toshimi Niki shared the position, not really a surprise, those two acted like twins, they were always together and tend to end the phrases of the other, they are as close as a couple of girls could be, and they had been together since kindergarten for what Takashi knew.

And last but not least, Saya Takagi, Takashi old friend and indeed a very beautiful girl, with an explosive temper and IQ that went out of the roof; notice that she didn't lose a chance to remember all of them how a genius she was, and those were the occasions were Takashi had a lot of fun treating her like a kid.

Her pouting face was adorable, although lately, she was more lashing at him in anger than pouting like she did when she was a kid, he missed the cute Saya, instead of this Tsundere Saya that he has now.

As a side note, it was not a secret that Saya never approved of Rei, she found the orange haired girl, superficial to say the last, and a complete retarded when she dumped Takashi for Igou, but Saya had enough head on her shoulders to left Takashi be, after all, enough shit had Takashi to deal with every day, to deal with the aftermath of a possible Saya chewing-Reis-ass-for-being-a-harlot-catfight in the middle of the school.

When did Takashi's nonexistent love life become such a pain?.

Well...better if he cleaned himself from the oil and grease and prepare for another day of school.

Oh, joy.

He knew it, Takashi knew it, he saw it coming, it was a natural consequence of how the teenager minds work.

When he has gone to pick up a very needed cold drink, he looks over the window, to see how there was a lot of people in front of the Kendo club, and remembered that it was common for them to have the doors open, so the heat inside the dojo did not become unbearable, but as side consequence, it was the fact that they tend to congregate a crow, eying the girls of the club and of course the most beautiful girl Takashi has ever put his eyes on.

Before Takashi could even blink, he was leaning on a post near the entrance of the dojo.

He blinked, snarled in his mind and sighed, eying Plushy, who was hidden behind a shadow of the building, looking at him with those amused canine eyes of him.

Takashi sighed, closing his eyes and take a deep breath, he stiffened as the air bring to him, not only thirty different body smells but one, In particular, freeze his brain; in both bad a good way; he couldn't but felt attracted to it, more than attracted it was like an addiction.

He focused on moving, one step after the other and then he missed how the girls of the club were looking at him and whispering to each other about his presence in the place.

Since the event that he starred in front of the dojo, it was no secret that some of the girls had been asking around about him, and pick up some very odd and curious rumors, among those was his crazy night, about how half of the gangs of the district fear him like a plague, but at the same time how he was a reserved boy, who was polite and kind with all the people that spoke with him.

Takashi didn't pay attention to the conversation, in part for his earplugs and in part because he was focused in left the place with all the dignity he could muster before he had a very awkward erection or made a fool of himself if any of the girls tried to spoke with him.

Duct tape, Takashi was back to the duct tape to hide very awkward erections...

And he was having such a nice week.

Unknown to him; mostly because how he was having a war with himself right now; the girls were having a little conversation about his presence, most of them were wondering how he was under the heavy clothes he was wearing no matter the weather; after all, he was strong enough to beat the shit out of Tsunoda and some of his friends from the football team.

"I wonder why is he here?" whisper one of the girls to her friend.

"I don't know, maybe he wanted to apologize again for what happened yesterday? he was so cute when he blushed and apologize so nicely..." chuckled the girl in response.

"I am more interested if he was really capable of beating the shit out of Tsunoda," said a third girl as she cleaned some sweat from her face.

"Considering how Tsunoda is glaring daggers at him..." chuckled the first girl, discretely pointing at Tsunoda, who was ogling them at the beginning but now was looking with murder written in the eyes to the distraught Takashi.

"Yeah, I can see that" chuckled the second one, looking very amused to the captain of the Football team, who was about to bust a vein in barely contained fury.

"But it was the truth?" joined another girl, resting a bokken over her shoulder and taking a bottle of water from the bench " did he actually did half the things they rumors says about him?".

"No idea" shrugged the first one " still, he is a cute thing" confess the girl with a flirty tone.

"What could be he hiding under that heavy clothes?" followed suit other of the girls.

"Ladies" a stern but amused female voice call the attention of the chattering girls " shouldn't you all be back to practice?" asked with a polite smile Saeko Busujima, with a bokken in a relaxed position.

"Yes, senpai!" answered automatically all of them.

She shook her head at the girls, she could understand their curiosity, in fact, she was quite interested too in the savage boy, he had quite the infamous name around the school, and not only for those odd rumors about a night that sound crazy as hell, but for his odd behavior and supreme athletic skills; something she could saw by herself yesterday.

He caught a dog running, tackle said dog and two bystanders and yet stand up as a conqueror...she saw the glimpse in his deep brown eyes, a gleam that was almost equal to the one she had when...a frown etched in her beautiful features, as she let those thoughts go.

This was not the place for such thoughts.

"But seriously senpai, what do you think he is doing here?" asked the last of the girls.

"No idea" shrugged Saeko looking at the boy.

There was conflict on his body language, like a beast that was caged and rattled against his cage, the tension in his body language was more than enough for Saeko to identify the emotions running all over the frame of the boy, and even despite his heavy clothing, she could tell that he was in good shape.

The boy finally softly sighed and turn around, walking out of the doors of the dojo, like he was having a very heated debate on his own head, and none of the sides wanted to back from the fight.

She could empathize with the boy, she too had a hidden face, one disgusting and dangerous for all around her, she was a broken thing, that could only hide her ugly appearance under the wraps of Saeko Busujima, a mask so comfortable that had become very much her life.

She was about to get back to practice when she noted that a group of the boys had taken the chance to surround the retreating Takashi, that seems to focus on walking that he had not noticed how those boys were surrounding him in a circle, obviously ready to bully him.

She frowned, that was not a good way to do things, if one of the boys had a grudge against Takashi, he should go and tell him to his face, and do not take strength in numbers, like cowards, but she could understand that low lives, like the ones that only came to the dojo in order to stand there ogling the girls, were beyond redemption.

Still, what happened next, was something that she would never forget.

Some of the public had noticed how Tsunoda and some of his friends and teammates were surrounding Takashi, the famous boy that had already beat the said Tsunoda once, but Takashi was with his eyes closed and walking in a straight line out of the field, and he had earplugs in his ears.

All of the people present knew what Tsunoda and his friends were about to do, and some of the kendo team, scream Takashi to watch out for the attack, but between his earplugs and his own focus on ignoring all his surroundings, Takashi did not pay attention and before he knew, he was sucker punched by Tsunoda.

Takashi snapped at the punch, even if you are resilient if someone put a lot of strength in a punch to your relaxed stomach, it was going to surprise and make you lost your breath, especially when you have all your attention in get your mind out of the gutter.

Following the sucker punch, came a straight that knocked him to the floor, more because his loss of balance than any real damage he could suffer from the punch of the cocky teenager, still it hurt and was worst, it pissed him off.

Tsunoda keep punching him, and Takashi knew Tsunoda was screaming something to him, not really caring about the words; as the earplugs muddled everything; Takashi endure the weak punches of the smiling and arrogant teenager and focus on do not rip his fucking throat out.

He was not like that, he was not a rabid animal, but this fucker; Takashi didn't even remember who the hell was this boy, as he had already marked the captain of the football team as irrelevant after the incident when he threw one of his thugs down the stairs; was not making easy to control his anger.

"I'm going to beat the shit out of you" arrogantly declared Tsunoda punching Takashi once again in the face, not really noticing that Takashi was not even noticing his punches and was just standing there, taking the hits like they were nothing and waiting for Tsunoda for just get bored and go away.

Seriously, Takashi knew that he was stronger as hell, breaking concrete with his bare hands was already proof enough, but until now; that he remembered, that crazy night did not count; he had never been on the other side of a beating, so the weak and faint sting of the punches of Tsunoda was a new sensation.

"You like it, bitch?!" screamed Tsunoda and Takashi gritted his teeth, damn this guy was annoying.

"Stop it" sound Saeko's voice, icy as the North pole, glaring daggers at Tsunoda " this is a very disgusting spectacle".

"Zip it whore, or you will be the next"spat Tsunoda in Saeko's direction, and then everybody shut the hell up when a twin animal growl echoed in the entrance of the dojo.

Takashi was glaring at Tsunoda with his honey colored eyes, so full of menace and killer intent that Saeko feel weak on her knees just looking at those wonderful and beautifully violent and savage eyes of Takashi, those were the eyes of an animal, full of the promise of violence and blood, so much like her that it was scary...

Tsunoda believed that the growl came from the resting form of Plushy, deep under the shadows of a building but the dog was big enough, for every student to feel intimidated by it.

"Someone go kick that oversized dog of the monster tits bitch" laughed Tsunoda, armed with the courage that only special kind of fools do seems to possess, he didn't know that the real danger was in none other places than in front of him " I had to beat the shit out of this bitch" turned Tsunoda with another punch to the face of Takashi and an arrogant smile in his face.

Takashi grab the punch with his open hand; it was so slow for him that he could have done the laundry as he waited for the hit to connect with his face; and then proceed to squeeze the trapped fist inside his hand, in a second, Tsunoda noticed how his fingers and hand started to buckle under the pressure and he screamed in pain, falling to his knees.

That was the bell that signaled all of the surrounding and stunned companions of Tsunoda to act and jumps at him, ready to give Takashi the beating of his life, instead, they were just doing easier for Takashi to beat the crap out of them.

Not letting go the hand of Tsunoda, Takashi rise a leg and smash the sole of his shoes against one of the faces of the boys, stopping him in mid-air and letting him fall to the floor, nose broken and unconscious.

That was the fortunate one.

With his free hand, Takashi punched backward, breaking one or two ribs of another of the boys, making him feel to his knees, breath lost and pale as a sheet for the sudden pain.

Recovering the leg from the first kick, he kicked one of the other boys in a quick ax kick; a little awkward as Takashi was not accustomed to fighting, and was doing it more by instinct than true martial skill; sending the receiving victim spiraling into the ground, with all his cheek swollen and possible his jaw busted.

Three in four seconds.

He grabbed Tsunoda and threw him to another of the boys, sending both of them to a wall, five meters behind Takashi, slamming them against the concrete surface with force enough to knock down both of them.

There was only three left, and the trio was slowly realizing what landmine they had steeped, still, the inertia forced them to attack Takashi with punches and trying to tackle him to the ground.

The one who tried to tackle him received a knee to the face, breaking his nose in a sickening crunch, before Takashi throw him off him, and giving a step ahead deliver a jab to the face of the second of the three remaining boys; effectively paralyzing him where he stood; he finished the scene with a shovel hook to the liver of the last one.

Ten seconds.

That's all he needed to put down eight people, all of them completely down, none of them will raise, between broken ribs, shattered noses, broken fingers, and bruises.

"That's was awesome!" said one of the girls of the Kendo Team with amazement in her eyes and all the public just agreed wholeheartedly with her.

Takashi blinked a couple of times, revealing to the public his own astonished face to the public, as he looked at his hands and the collapsed bodies of his supposed bullies around him, he didn't remember anything, he had just...reacted, his guts, his instincts had screamed at him.

"Menace, threat, he wanted to hurt mate, Hurt him, hurt him badly".

It was not worded, nothing so clear and concise, it was a sensation, a burning anger and animal-like focus on hurting what is menacing what is yours.

And that made Takashi pause, his? he didn't even know the woman, but it was like a drug, her smell was so alluring to him that is was a damn miracle, he had not jumped at her and ravage her already, but he will not do that, he was not a fucking animal, he was a man, and like a man, he was capable enough to know when to get the hell out of there before he did something that he would forever regret.

That did not help make the situation less awkward of course.

Blushing a storm, Takashi bow in an apologizing manner to the kendo club and then hightailed the hell out of there, being followed by the humongous dog of Marikawa sensei; a dog that was following the boy with an attitude that could only be described as extremely amused.

Saeko was smiling at the what she had seen, it was not the amazing feat of taking down eight people in a blink by a boy, a boy that it was evident had no experience with martial arts, more a brawling style of fight.

What made her smile and experiment a little flush in her cheeks was the eyes of the boy.

They were the same as hers, the same darkness that plagues her, the same self-hate that she had for herself was being reflected in the eyes of another teenager in the same school as hers.

She had found someone that could understand her, that could understand the darkness and excitation that came with violence and blood.

And the fact that he was a cute boy was a plus, concluded her in her mind.

"Well, no doubt Komuro-kun is an interesting fellow" chuckled Saeko looking at the sprawled bodies of the supposed attackers.

"Taka baka, what the hell had you done this time!?" screamed Saya exiting through the door of the roof, where Takashi, Kohta, and Morita where peacefully having a break before the evening classes, Takashi never misses Hayashi-sensei classes, her voice was one of the few things that made school bearable.

"Uh" was the clever response of Takashi as he arched an eyebrow at the outburst of Saya, tossing a glance at Kohta and Morita, who just shrugged and get a proverbial step back, leaving Takashi alone at the ire of the temperamental girl.

"Traitors" growled in amusement Takashi, knowing full well that he would have done exactly the same if he was in their shoes.

Saya was pack.

There was no other way to look at it, no matter how much she screamed and give him an earful almost every day, she was pack, and Takashi knew that all that she did was always for the best of him.

She was a genius, Takashi was not, so he tended to trust fully in the judgment of the pink haired bombshell, one of the most beautiful girls of the school, and one of the closest friends he had.

"How did you manage to injure or cripple half of the football team?" screamed Saya reaching were Takashi was and grabbing him by the ear.

It hurt, but Saya was allowed to do that; after all, she usually had very good reasons to berate him; Takashi didn't really trust himself, not even with the plugs and the medicine, no matter how good had it done to him since he started to drink it.

"Tsunoda and his thugs" snorted Morita to Kohta " they tried to pull one on Takashi and it backfired spectacularly" shrugged the hormonal boy, deducting easily what really did happen.

"You shut up pervert" glared Saya at Morita who promptly shut up but loved to be scolded by the big breasted teenager.

"I know you are strong if you really wanted you could have broken them like twigs" Saya continued to scold Takashi " that's why you should be more careful when you are dealing with people, even if they are those scumbags".

"Saya.." sighed Takashi " I was being careful, one of them was punching me like a punching bag, I did nothing, I swear, I took it like a good boy" the sarcasm was audible in the tone of Takashi.

Takashi knew full well the consequences of what could happen if he even lost control once, and hit somebody without restraints; if he could shatter stone and bend steel barehanded, what could he did to weak human flesh?.

"But then, Tsunoda threaten Busujima-senpai and...I saw red, I wanted to hurt him, I barely control myself so I only broke his hand and did not tore his limbs and beat the shit out of him with them".

"Man, now that's some anger issues" whispered Morita in the background " you had it hard, uh?".

"Believe me, Saya, I was controlled, otherwise I would be already on my way to the reformatory" commented Takashi like it was the weather and Saya, sighed and let his ear go.

She was not as stupid to believe the rumors about how Takashi was the responsible for the beatings, Tsunoda and his thugs had not precisely the best of the reputations around the student body, their only redeeming quality was how they did manage to be a very solid football team and win a lot of tournaments for the school.

In a country like Japan, the competition was a very common thing, only the best for the best, and for a school like Fujimi High School where some of the best are being taught, keep up with a good name and a good streak of results was something that must be done at all cost.

That's why the football team found out a lot of their transgressions sweep under the carpet, so they could keep getting results, even if they were a bunch of motherfuckers and had bullied half of the school that could not defend themselves.

"Look Takashi" Saya started " I will not insult you by telling you that I understand, pretty much, you are a unique specimen," said Saya " but for the same reasons, please do not be reckless, especially now that your treatment did look like it was bringing up results".

"Pretty words apart, chill up dude" resume Morita, earning himself another glare from Saya.

Morita had a crush the size of a skyscraper on the pinkette girl, and he had already confessed her three times and be shot down all three of them.

Takashi found the show pretty interesting, although his heart hurts each time, as he could see Rei and him when he did ask her for the first time; but since the appearing of Saeko in his hormones radar, the violet-haired woman has become the main protagonist of the most savage wet dreams he has never had.

Lust was a delicate topic around Takashi, he was a hormonal teenager, as neck deep in puberty as any other, but considering his enhanced senses and anger issues; more than any sane libido, what he has was rabid heat; more proper of an animal than a human; he found a female that his brain like and he will fuck her again and again and again...

He hated himself for that, he wanted a relationship, not some kind of cheap kiss and tell; however the closest thing he had ever had to a true relationship, it was with Rei and all could see how well did that end.

Since then he has not been close to any girl of his age, not to mention how all of them were superficial teenagers or prefer more down to earth guys that had none of the flaws of Takashi and his hypersensitivity or oversized libido.

At this day, Saya was the only girl his age he could talk; Marikawa-sensei was a very good woman, but he was older than him, Hayashi-sensei was in the same boat.

Of course, having a friend like Morita means that he knew all about all the beauties in the school; his list was as perverted as it could, but Takashi could appreciate the fact that Morita talked to him in a normal way, despite all the tales that surrounded Takashi.

That night, that accursed night was still weighing on him even after almost a year.

Last time he tried to drown his brain in drugs, the results were unpleasant to say the last, and he lost his virginity without a fucking idea about how did he manage to do it, except for the amateur porn video that did not exist, period.

"Leaving apart the idiotic but accurate point of the pervert" snarled Saya glaring dagger at Morita " you have to relax somehow Takashi, this could have turn pear-shaped in a second".

"Takagi-san," said Kohta calling the attention to him " I do believe that we had missed something on all this".

"Uh, what do you mean Hirano?" said Saya.

Saya and Kohta were not on first name basis yet, and Takashi suspected that Saya sees a lot of his father in the boy.

For Takashi they were like the day and the night, Saya's father was a mountain of a man, a core right-wing defender, who has the high being of Japan above anything else, something that made him appear ruthless and cold heart as he always had the best of the country at heart, before any personal feelings.

Takashi knew that Saya pays little ears to the rumors about his father and how he was very, but very similar to a Yakuza group, and after Takashi did meet the man, he could understand the foundations for those rumors, not to mention, that according to the friend of Marikawa-sensei, Saya's father was a legend about the Special forces of the JDF.

Still, Takashi respected the man for his solid principles, even if he did not like him very much, especially after the drug incident; however, there was something odd about that rumor, first he believed that Saya's father was about to chop him to pieces but instead, Souichiro Takagi, as it was his name, became...wary of him, like he was eying another dangerous predator that had suddenly appeared in your yard.

Since then, he tended to be far from the Takagi state, he hated those glares of caution, like they were waiting for him to slip up once and then they will put him out of his misery.

To prevent any misunderstanding; like him and Saya's father killing each other; Takashi opted for cutting loses and simply never go back to the state, enough shit had to deal with in the school to anything more out of the place.

"I am no a psychiatrist by any means, but so far I would say that Takashi-san had a..." he struggled with the words, not really wanting to offend his friend, neither being chewed off by Saya for being a smartass.

"Out with it Kohta, and cut with the honorifics," said Takashi who was really curious about how did his friend see him, one thing was the facade that he was convinced he was putting on the front against the world, and the other how the world saw that facade.

"Sorry if I offend you Takashi," said in advance Kohta " but you are like an animal," said bluntly and raise his bento box before Saya tried to slap him.

"That was beyond rude, asshole!" screamed Saya.

"And yet not entirely false" sighed Takashi much the surprise of everyone.

"And here I was convinced that I hide it so well" muttered Takashi " you are way more clever than the people gives you credit for Kohta".

"I had my moments?" chuckled the boy under his shield.

"Don't get it?" said Morita raising his hand like he was in class " animal? what are you talking about?".

"Imagine Takashi is a tiger" started Kohta and somehow Takashi would have preferred to be compared to a wolf than a tiger but the simile will do, it was a predator after all " and the tiger lives in a place that is constantly bothering his senses, the pollution of the cars, the perfumes, the bright neons, the noises; everything is annoying to him".

"We did know already that Takashi had hypersensitivity" noted Saya, suddenly frowning " but I didn't think about it, like that, and suddenly, your mood changes had a lot more sense".

"An annoying tiger is a very dangerous tiger" smiled Kohta " a tiger who sees something under his domains to be threatened by another predator, will be even more ferocious".

"Uh," said Morita and suddenly his eyes widened, look at Takashi and started to laugh, raising two thumbs up.

"Very good taste, pal" laughed the teenager, seeing what Kohta was going on about all this, only a person with a mind in the gutter like him, could have followed the deduction so fast.

"Taste?, what the fuck are you talking about?" frowned Takashi looking at Kohta with confusion.

"What would you have done to Tsunoda, if he would have threatened Miyamoto-san when you two were dating?" asked Kohta and Takashi froze.

"Oh, come on!" shouted Saya with the arms raised " please don't tell me that is the worlds extremest case of Puppy love!".

Morita was still laughing, but Kohta soon joined the other boy as Saya muttered obscenities and curses about hormones, stupid boys, and ridiculous crushes.

Takashi, on the other hand, was petrified.

He had a crush?, a crush?, that was preposterous, he couldn't have one of those, lust?, sure, Libido out of the roof? always, but crushes? that was stupid.

No matter if Busujima-senpai was one of the most beautiful girls he had never set eyes upon, with a body to die for and the most delightful smell ever, not to mention those pink and luscious lips of hers that...wait, what?.

Since when had he...oh, shit.

He had a crush.

Crap.

Takashi knew he was a dangerous boy, heck, the event with that idiot, Tsu whatever his name was, had already more than prove his point about how dangerous could he be, and he was with kiddy gloves on.

As he once knocked out cold a professional boxer in one single punch; something that scare the shit out of him more than anything; he knew that he was not a fighter by any means, his only advantage was mostly his inhumane strength and his kinetic vision, he could move faster than even seasoned boxers and hit like a truck when he wanted.

But so far, he had never test out his physical capabilities against real fighters, he did not see the reason why should he broke anyone just because he wanted to test out if he could kill a person barehanded.

He knew he could do it, with frightening easiness, if he paid attention to the rumors about his achievements during the accursed drug night of his, half of the gangs of the district fear him like a plague as he managed to claw a path among them like a hot knife through butter.

Perhaps that's why he was hunting down the road a black van, he was sure that he was going to tear all of them apart for what they have done when he would put his hands on them.

It happened almost by accident, as usual, he left Saya and Kohta in the train station, and made a running for his house, today was the day, where he would receive by mail, a piece that he needed to complete his bike, and he was eager to install it and take the complete piece for a ride around the city.

He reached his house, drink a liter of medicine to quell his nerves, has a nice and pleasant chat with his parents and after recovering the piece from the mail, passed almost all the time until the night, tinkering in his bike, giving the machine the final touches it needed to be complete.

As the evening pass, Takashi had a great time with his little project.

He always had a good hand with mechanics, his father was a mechanic and he would most probably follow his footsteps and became one; machines always were good to him, and one of the few noises and smells that did not nauseate him.

Well, until the plugs and the medicine enter into the equation, with that ingredients, he could almost cook himself a normal life.

Then his libido played a nasty one on him, by crushing and crushing hard on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

But no matter, he had finished his bike and taking the keys and after telling his parents that he was going out for a test drive to his bike, he ignited the motor and with the brightest smile he had in a year, he delighted himself in the roar of the motor of the bike.

He drove the bike into the streets, he had no license for a bike in this capacity, it was way beyond his driving license, but it matters not to him right now, that he was driving down the streets, hitting the empty roads and enjoying the sensation of the machine under him, the wind in his face, the roar of the engine each time he changed the speed.

For the first time in months, Takashi was having a good time.

And then, everything went south with a crash.

Literally.

He was driving into a crossroad, so he could change directions and head back to home for a well-deserved shower and dinner; he was eager to tell his parents about how well did the machine work; but as the lights turn green and Takashi drove into the crossroads, a crazy fucker crashed into him.

He and his bike fly for meters, but the pain was forgotten as he caught one smell that made his brain went directly into berserk mode; his rage pumped up his torn muscles, his bones knitted together like it was nothing.

Takashi didn't know what was happening with his body, he should be a bloody heap on the side of the road.

Yet he landed on his fours, skidding on the road for a few meters; as the torn apart bike pass over his head; snarling with bloodied teeth to the retreating figure of the van that had just drive over him like he was nothing.

It was not the action itself, accidents could happen, it was the fact that they did drive over him on deliberate purpose; otherwise, they would have stopped to see what the hell had they bumped onto; and the smell that his nose had caught from inside of the van.

Gunpowder, leather, sweat, blood and the unique and friendly smell of Saya, mixed with fear and uncertainty, a smell that made Takashi stomach churn and ignited, even more, his rage.

There was no more Takashi.

The boy had left the house when the van broke his body like a rag doll; the beast that Takashi feared had taken the control, his instincts were running on automatic, with a simple yet elegant series of instructions.

Pain: make who caused him pain, even more, pain.

Mine: someone is trying to hurt a pack mate, stealing what is ours.

Challenge: someone has hurt him on his turf and pretend to make a run for it.

In resume, the more primitive, feral, part of the mind of Takashi; a part of him that had things much more clear than him; had the driving seat now, and he was in for a bloody hunt over the asses of the ones that had dared to hurt him and stole something that belongs to his pack.

He ran.

It was utterly impossible for humans to reach a van; even if the van was not at top speed; the human fastest man was recorded over fourteen mph, but Takashi had already broken that record each evening when he was trying to get into his home after school.

And that was just a soft stroll for him.

Now, all the bets were off, and Takashi just run at a speed that would make any radar controller look twice to the numbers; it would be preposterous for a human being to be capable of reach the fifty mph mark, that would be something out of a sci-fi movie, right?.

The van did not notice the boy running after them, after all, the driver was far more focus on getting the hell out of the district of the Takagi, to notice the absurdity of a bloodied teenager running after them, and progressively shortening the space between the van and him.

The driver, had noticed how had he drive over a boy with a bike, but he was a professional, and simply called it bad luck; sucks for the boy but this job was something way too good to let it pass because some moral ethics; after all kidnapping the only daughter of the one and only Souichiro Takagi was almost a death sentence in half Japan.

Fortunately, the jobs pay was way too good to let it pass, after they took the money they could buy themselves a fucking island, and it would be possibly the only way they could flee from a monster like the Takagi.

He was a right-wing politician, who fancies himself almost like a modern feudal lord, if it wasn't for the fact that the man was insanely loaded, any sane government would have been already put into a mental asylum, with all those Japan must be strong ultra-radical shits of him, half Tokonosu fear him more than the freaking Yakuza.

And with very good reasons, no one dared to cross the Takagi's or his associates without paying a blood price, and now, the driver and his companions had been paid more than enough to get the courage to show the crazy samurai like man, that he was not the only one who could chop people and do not pay a price.

"Pedal to the metal!" echoed the muffled voice of one of his companions " we need to cross seven more blocks until we reach the safe warehouse".

"Do not yell at me, mother fucker!" replied back the driver, almost losing the control of the vehicle for the sudden shout " if you think you could do better, come here and do it yourself".

"Shut the fuck up already, you two!" screamed the leader of the team, a woman who was checking the ropes of the hostage, she knew full well how much of a bastard Takagi and his whore of a wife could be, and she would not leave anything to the luck, until she was at a country distance from both of them.

"Chill bitch" snorted one of the mercenaries, the one that had asked for more speed.

He couldn't say anything more, as the woman kicked him hard enough in the side of the head, that knocked him out cold with a single ax kick.

"Any other clever remarks from any of you?" she sweetly ask the remaining team of mercenaries.

None of them had actually the balls to defy the crazy woman; she was a bitch of the highest order, one psycho that got dumped from the special forces because she was an unstable crazy asshole that resolved anything with a high amount of casualties, no matter the sides.

She was about to order the driver to step up a little when all the van drifted to the left; it was like something had collided with them.

"What the fuck was that?!" shouted to the driver who was looking at the side mirror with his eyes almost out of his sockets.

"There is a kid perched on the side of the van!" shouted at the top of his lungs, not really believing what his eyes were seeing.

"What? are you high shithead?!" snarled the woman.

"Go see yourself, psycho!" replied the man, recovering the control of the vehicle "What the fuck?!".

That was the only warning, one of the mercenaries receive before a punch slammed against the side of the van, and created a dent big enough to almost broke the back of the head of the merc, leaving him knocked out in the cold floor of the van, in front of the incredulous eyes of the rest of the mercenaries.

"Fry the side!" order the woman, playing on the safe side of things, raising his machine gun; a solid and reliable Heckler and Koch MP7; and let the weapon burp out a long burst of bullets against the side of the van.

Another mercenary joined her in her shooting and at a couple of seconds of constant firing, they emptied their guns ammo and let the empty clips fell to the floor, before reloading and keep pointing at the side of the van.

"The boy is toast, Mikoto" laughed nervously the driver " I saw him fall full of holes, what that was shit? what kind of junkies does this city have?".

Saya, on the other hand, was devastated, she was openly crying on the floor of the van, she had a very solid suspicions about who was the one that has tried to crash the van, and for that, his best friend had paid the price and has been shot to the death by the same mercenaries that had killed a couple of guards of his state and kidnap her when she was talking with Matsudo in the garage.

The man had tried to defend her, but they shot him in the shoulder and then knock her out and toss him in the van.

She was silently sobbing on the floor of the van, it was her fault, his best friend was dead, and that was something that she would never forgive herself.

Takashi was far from dead, in fact, his body was healing at a rate that there was even soft smoke raising from the place where the bullets had pierced his hard flesh and nicked his bones; with a soft thud, a lot of bullets were ejected from his body.

He was breathing jaggedly, after the first healing, when the van had to drive over all of him, his body was running on adrenaline and now, he has had to heal all the shots he had suffered, the taxing chase after the van and the wounds for falling from a vehicle at high speed when the bullets pierced his chest and organs.

Takashi lowed his head and growled.

His rage was far from over, his anger, his wrath was fueling his body, way past even his own superhuman limits.

The chase has done nothing but begun.

The warehouse was a very anodyne building in the corner of the city, a warehouse among warehouses, nothing special about it; that was why it was so perfect for the mercenary team to hide and wait for the contractor to give them the instructions about where to deliver the package and pick up the paychecks for a job well done.

The leader of the mercenary team was drinking beer, lazily sat on a devastated and parched couch in one of the offices of the warehouse; the office came with the warehouse, and it was one of the few places where you could have a measure of intimacy.

Not that she gives a fuck about that, if any of the guys of the team, dared to even ogle her luscious ass, she will put a bullet in his crotch; in a world of men, It was the only way for a woman to get a measure of respect and space.

There was a couple of men among of the mercenaries that had been professional enough to earn a nod from her, and one of them had a cute ass to ride; but she would deal with that later, after this job was cashed, she would pay all the gigolos she could need to scratch that itch.

Until then, she would keep everybody hands out of her first class meat and of course, by doing so, she was dammed to be the babysitter of the little bitch of Takagi; she had to admit it, the girl was doing the puberty right, she had quite the rack.

Much like the whore of her mother, that cocksucker managed to fuck Takagi one night, and the day after they were married; not much of a surprise when not a year later, this little cow breasted pinkette was born.

Mikoto; the leader of this kidnapper impromptu team of mercenaries; had an ax to grind with daddy Takagi long before any of this kidnapping was even planned.

For what she knew, all of this was nothing but a bitch slap for Souichiro Takagi, to remind him that all his crap about honor, samurais and whatever the fuck he preached on, was bullshit and the real world had guns and little morals about do not use it to ram the bullets up his ass.

She was one of the first trainees that Takagi; a legend in the JDF; took after he retired from the active service and start to teach the younger generations how to do the shit.

Mikoto was the best, she knew it, everyone knew it, heck, even the enemies knew it; they run the hell out of there before engaging the Witch of Tokonosu.

And yet, that bastard of Souichiro dump her ass out of the JDF with some bullshit about dishonorable actions and how was more of a danger for her own team than for the enemy.

Fuck that shit, she was the best and they know it.

She was a woman, a woman that could beat the shit of any of them blindfolded; and none of their macho shit minds was capable to comprehend that simple fact; so they dumped her talented ass into the streets, she couldn't even protest against that shit; Takagi's words was the fucking bible for those cocksuckers.

Mikoto loaded a clip on her gun, and look out for another beer as she tossed the empty can to the face of the tied up Saya, hitting her forehead and leaving a red mark on her skin.

The teenager had her eyes red and swollen for the crying she has done all the way to the warehouse; Mikoto didn't expect the progeny of Takagi to be such a soft bitch, but half of her blood comes from a cheap whore that opened her legs for Souichiro and got knocked up, so perhaps she was a momma bitch more than a daddy girl.

Anyhow, Mikoto didn't give a shit about the girl, for what she cared, she could be sold to the cheaper brothel in the city, for being fucked by dogs if that was what turned on the shitheads that went to fap themselves onto that shithouses.

Still, she was a professional, and the contract specifies that the girl was to be kept alive and as healthy as they could.

That didn't include a couple of bruises to keep her quiet, she was quite the bitch when she wanted and Mikoto had to punch her a couple of times, to shut her up, before they duct tape her shitty mouth; although, Mikoto pick up a couple of very interesting insults.

"So you are the little pig that came from the mistake night of daddy Takagi uh?" chuckled Mikoto and pick up another beer, she still had a couple of hours, before the contractor call for the price and she could kill some time by fucking around with this little slut.

Saya did not say a word; mostly for the duct tape, otherwise she would already curse the woman with all the hate and vile she could, as she was guilty of the death of her best friend and two of the guards of the mansion; instead, she just glared the woman with her swollen eyes.

Saya knew that Takashi was dead, that he had to die because her; that he tried to help her and this monsters; way more monsters that the kind and cautious Taka baka would ever be; had shot him to death, they had emptied their guns on him, and despite the wall of the van, she was sure that Takashi had taken enough bullets to kill a dozen persons; they had shot all they had against him.

"Ok, play the silent routine" shrugged Mikoto " I don't care, I will just have the most expensive drink of this cesspit of a city meanwhile as you are going to be raped, killed, tortured or all of those and then be sent into little pieces to your daddy, to remember him that he is not the Shogun of Japan" laughed the woman.

Mikoto took a sip from her drink and just had an epiphany, fuck, if the slut was going to be killed anyway, why did not have her own pound out of those cow utters of hers, so similar to the ones of her mom in all those expensive magazines she appears as the golden slut she is.

With a wicked smile, she unsheathed the combat knife of her combat jacket and tap her jaw a couple of times, looking at the girl with calculating gaze.

"Left or right?" asked the girl.

Saya just stared in confusion and fear to the crazy psychotic woman, not sure about what the hell was she speaking about.

"I am going to take my pound of flesh from you" simply smiled the woman " and I thought, why I did not chop one of your jugs and send it to your momma for Christmas?" the laughed pointing at her with the knife.

"So, tell me little piggy, what is going to be?" ask Mikoto walking to the terrified Saya, who tried to move away from the crazy bitch.

Fear was painted all over Saya swollen eyes and pale face, she was going to die at the hands of a psychotic bitch with an ax to grind with her parents, Takashi had already paid the price for being her friend and now it was her turn, just because she was a Takagi.

Mikoto grabbed the pink hair of Saya; Saya was about to scream but then, the screams started out of the office.

"What the fuck is going out there!?" roared Mikoto, tossing Saya to the floor, and brutally smashing the side of her face against the cold floor of the office.

The mercenary grabbed her gun with one hand and with the combat knife in the other, she exited the office, just in time to see the rest of the mercenaries, shoot their guns to a side of the warehouse.

"Stop shitheads, that's the fuse box!" shouted Mikoto but it was already too late.

The bullets pierced through the flimsy metal cover of the box and destroyed all the electric inside, provoking a blackout all over the warehouse.

With a loud noise and a lot of sparks, the red emergency lights of the warehouse lighten the scene, and at the sight, Mikoto swore loudly.

From the mercenary team, there was only five of them alive.

The other two were dead, one with the neck snapped back like he was an extra from the exorcist and the other with a hole in his chest and his heart on the floor, in a puddle of his own blood.

"What the fuck?" ask Mikoto to the air " what the hell happened here?" demanded to the survivors, who were in a close circle, pointing their guns at the darkness out of the red lights "who of you assholes did this?, are you out of your shitty mind?".

The irony of the statement did escape from Mikoto's notice but she had other worries right now, for starters the creeping sensation about how she, as crazy as she was, had found something, even more, crazier than her.

She was not mistaken but, at the same time, this was not a matter of insanity or having a common grudge against anyone, this was a beast, taking retribution on those that had hurt him and tried to stole something from him.

Takashi was crouching on one of the iron beams of the warehouse, five meters over the heads of the mercenaries and hiding in the dark spots of the place, out of the reach of the red emergency lights.

His usual brown eyes had changed color to a soft red with a big black pupil, that miss no detail of the scene under him.

Takashi was not conscious of what he was doing, or at last, not entirely conscious, the beast part of his mind had the control, and was driving the body; way beyond his limits; into the achievements of two clear results.

First, kill all these intruders, second get back the female pack mate.

Takashi soon identify the weak link of the chain, the female on the office was the leader, all about her smell, attitude and words spoke volumes of how she was the main threat; however, one of the men below him was not the case, he was nothing but meat.

The teenager crawl in silent all over the beam, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and kill the man; all his sore muscles; even after all the damaged and healing they had suffered; were more than enough to crush the man head, and his recently grow claws were a welcoming addition.

Takashi had not yet entirely assume that he had now a retractable set of claws, each one of them a two inches nails capable of rending steel like it was wet paper, they had grown, the moment that he had been run over by the van, as a response for the aggression.

Much like the fangs of his mouth, each one of them capable of biting the jugular of any of this mercenaries; even with the armor on; without any problem.

He was armed and dangerous, with the weapons that nature had given to him to hunt and kill.

And these poor sods were the first preys on the menu.

He waited, the mercenaries cover all the warehouse looking for him, but he was never in the same place twice, he was always on their shadows, and that was grating on their nerves, they were scared, they thought they were safe; they couldn't be more mistaken.

Without a sound, Takashi moved in all fours over the metallic structure of the warehouse and when he reached the perfect spot, he hanged upside down; directly at the back of the head of one of the mercenaries that were pointing his gun with evident nervousness over everything in front of him.

Pity the danger came from behind.

Takashi ripped his throat with his claws; and the mercenary barely had time to gurgle, as his Adan apple was torn out of his throat, dying in a pool of his own blood.

"Takato!" appeared another of the mercenaries, with a machine gun pointing around, covering any possible ambush.

He soon checked the body, found that he was dead, his throat rip off like somehow had to grind his neck over a chainsaw.

"Fuck this!" snarled the mercenary and without losing his awareness, made a run for the emergency exit of the warehouse.

There was no amount of money that could be paid enough for this shit.

Working with Crazy Mikoto, the Witch of Tokonosu was already motive enough to run the hell out of there, but this was a way too much, he had already lost two buddies at the hand of a crazy fucker, one that was capable of stalking them.

He was going to get the hell out of there; the money was useless if you are dead.

And he did had a point, even from the beginning, this job was risky, everybody knew It, they were going after the daughter of a legend in the JDF, a man who was the leader of a right-wing group that; if you paid attention to the rumors; was capable of measure himself against the Yakuza.

However, the sudden sensitiveness came a little late; if he would have rejected the job, he would have lived; but now, he was nothing but another number in the body count, and when he reached the door of the emergency exit, he just discovered it a second or two before he felt a hellish pain on the base of his back, then a cold sensation running through his skull and then everything went black.

Takashi was standing behind the mercenary corpse, with his spine and skull, ripped from the corpse in a show of gore and devastating strength, the bloodied trophy hanged from his claws, as he exhaled in silent, crouching and sniffing for another prey, tossing the spine and the skull to the side, like it was nothing, then he disappeared again into the shadows.

Two down, four to go.

The rest of the mercenaries, started to move all over the warehouse, looking for the bastard that was hunting them down, the fucker had already marked two victims, Takato and Sento; none of them was precisely the soldier of the year, and they that would only make the paycheck of the rest bigger, as it was fewer people to share with.

But for that, they would have to deal with the hunter first.

Mikoto loaded her MP7 and made a sweep on the upper floor, just in case there was more than one person taking them down, it was clear that whoever was doing this, was a crazy motherfucker that did not use guns, but close combat weapons.

Mikoto knew she was a dangerous bitch, that she was one of the most dangerous women that exist in the country; along that bitch of Rika Minami, Mikoto really wanted to have a go at the tanned whore, she would demonstrate that she was the best there is, and those cocksuckers of Souichiro and his sex toys in the military, would have to swallow their macho ego and recognized it.

Still, she would have to admit that something in this situation made her uneasy; this was not the usual ambush, in fact, all of this had no sense, who on his sane mind carries a chainsaw or thing like that to a gunfight?.

That would be stupid, to say the least; but she had witnessed first hand, of strong and cruel the fucker, could be, when he saw the stump on the back of Sento, along with the skull of the man, left behind like the toys of a child.

It is needed a lot of strength to do a shit like that, and Mikoto was not sure if a human could be able to do anything remotely similar.

A soft crunch and she turned the sight of his weapon in the direction of the sound, shot a quick burst, the bullet landed in the headless corpse of Kenji; the driver of the van; the body just fall backward from the punch of the bullets over it, tossing it against an empty container.

Bloody chunks of what was his head smeared the floor and the ceiling, smashed like two hammers had collided with his head in the middle of the clash.

She swore under his breath.

Three down, three to go.

Mikoto walked all over the rail that stands on an upper level of the warehouse; so she could have a complete visual of the place and keep pointing his gun for any movements; she checked the upper side of the warehouse, as the ceiling would be a perfect place for hits and runs tactics.

As she checked the metal and plastic structure, another sickly sound, as something tearing flesh apart, followed by the loud echo of automatic fire, thundered over all the place, making Mikoto clench her teeth harder and move to the origin of the sound.

Laying spasmodically in a pool of his own blood, one of the last three survivors of the mercenary group was bleeding himself to death, with his guts open and all his innards spilled over the floor of the warehouse, in a show of gore and brutality, as his stomach did look like something has disemboweled him with a chainsaw.

The click, click of the empty rifle was the only sound left, as he died before he could even see what the fuck had gutted him like a fish; in a death spasm, he had to pull the trigger and shower the place with bullets.

The last of the mercenaries jumped over a container, and jump from place to place, to reach the place where the last corpse laid, pooling the place with his blood and inner fluids, along with a penetrating smell of shit, as his intestines ripped open by whatever attacked him.

"What the fuck?" cursed the last of the male mercenaries, covering his nose from the horrid stench of the shit and the blood of the spilled guts all over the floor " who did this shit?, Mikoto did you see anythigggrrl..!".

As he turned his face to Mikoto on the upper floor, the last male mercenary didn't see a broken piece of metal, product of the shower of bullets of the rifle on the floor; still clicking in emptiness; flying directly at his chest, piercing his back and thanks to the immense strength behind the throw, all his front exploded in a gore shower, shattering his ribs, heart and organs in a shower of mincemeat.

A grenade from the inside would have done a similar damage, mute testimony of the inhuman strength behind the killer attack.

Mikoto lost it, that was impossible, fuck, there was nothing out there that could do a shit like that, not even a crazy muscle head like Souichiro, this was way out of her league, but whatever was out there, hunting those meatheads that she had to endure as squadmates for this mission would probably be here for one single thing.

Mikoto run into the office and surrounded Saya neck with the arm of the knife, pointing the weapon at the jugular of the girl, who was confused and terrified for the sudden change in the expression and forms of Mikoto.

Not a minute ago, she was about to chop her tits as a sickening trophy, and now the bitch was scared shitless of whatever had happened outside.

Saya had already heard the screams and the shooting, she was relieved at first, it would mean that his parents had found her or the police or whoever, but for the sounds and the time, it was clear that this was not the usual operation of the police, nor any other military she had never ear off.

Granted she was not a gun otaku like Hirano, but she was the daughter of a legend in the Special Forces, and she knew a couple of things about how did the things go in an assault with hostages involved.

None of those things had happened in the time since the first shot and scream echoed, and now that she was being dragged by the neck by a completely freaked out psycho like Mikoto.

Saya was utterly terrified.

She didn't want to die here, she didn't want to die as a lesson for his parents, she didn't want to die before she could apologize to Takashi's family for being the cause of the death of their son; she was crying again and she hated herself for it.

She was weak, she could do nothing but be drag here and there by this psychotic bitch, without being able to do anything, nor prevent the death of her friend, one of the few that had always treat her as Saya, not as Takagi-sama, but as Saya, and the mere thought of never having him around was like an ice pick to her heart.

"Ok, cocksucker!" screamed Mikoto exiting the office with Saya on her left arm, just a pull, and Mikoto would slit the throat of the girl "I got the slut, come out or I am going to made her look like a fucking candy dispenser".

There was only silence as a response, just the sparks of the box, the click of the rifle of one of the corpses and the constant smell of the blood and innards of the dead.

Saya could see now, what had Mikoto's panties in a twist, and she freaked out as much as the psycho mercenary, but at the same time, in her heart, a crazy hope was fighting to find a path, there was hope that a miracle could occur.

Unfortunately, not in the way she would expect.

Mikoto was so busy keeping Saya still, that she lost focus on what was surrounding her; she was freaked out, and what was worst, nothing about this job was normal, she just wanted to kill the little pig slut of Souichiro Takagi and made a run; she wanted to live but before he could say another thing a shadow attack both her and Saya for behind.

A couple of hands, strong as iron bear traps, grab Mikotos wrists from both arms and spread her arms, releasing Saya; who fall to the floor, free of the grapple of Mikoto.

"Ahhhh, motherfucker!" screamed Mikoto, before she felt the pain of her broken wrists, broken under the pressure of the hands that had to grab her and spread her arms.

She kicked backwards, slamming her talon against a leg, but it has been like kicking solid steel, the pressure on her arms did not budge an inch, in fact, suddenly she screamed at the top of her lungs, when the figure that had her trapped, started to pull, tearing muscled and dislocating joints, with a sudden, brutal, pull, both her arms were torn apart from her torso in a shower of blood and rend muscles.

Screaming like a banshee, Mikoto fall to the floor of the warehouse, a couple of meters under her; and with a sick crunch, break her neck in the nasty fall.

Saya eyed the battered and bloodied form of her savior, the hope, and the fear battled inside her brain as the predatory smirk of Takashi was registered in her optic eyes.

"Hi, theeee..." trailed Takashi, as he slowly lost consciousness, falling backward in front of a petrified Saya.