Chapter 2: Morning Routine

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Chapter II- Morning Routine

"Everyday's a new day, and you'll never be able to find happiness if you don't move on."

-Carrie Underwood

*You have one new message*

"Hello Mr. Halsey, I must say I was more than grateful you took in Miia from being relocated in a more moronic district. But as law by the 'Cultural Exchange Security Squad Representative, you must uphold those rules and allow me to visit later today. To see if there is a slight amount of innocence left in poor Miia. Take care." Ms.' Smith's voice said off of the answering machine.

"Cortana, can you please delete that?" John questioned as he picked up his aluminum mug.

"My pleasure." Cortana said as she deleted the message off the answering machine. Since he had to purchase a house and get an identification along with building permits, he needed a last name. His Spartan tag wasn't going to cut it and would have more than likely stood out, giving people the wrong idea.

Cortana suggested he used his handler's last name.

Dr. Catherine Halsey's to be exact. Cortana knew for a fact that she wouldn't mind.

John went over to the fridge before taking out a tray of eggs. Miia enjoyed eggs. He brought them next to the large stove before cracking them in the pan and began cooking them all at once. The heat of the stove slightly burned his face but he didn't mind.

This was something John was good at, and it was cooking. While he stuck to eating dehydrated food packs and never a true meal, he learned quickly how to cook.

John then sat the dozen eggs in a small blue bowl and placed it on the opposite end of the table before taking his seat.

"Miia, breakfasts ready." John called out loud enough while grabbing the remote and changing the TV to something else.

"I was watching that." Cortana said through the monitor. For being an artificial intelligence to be cloned from the brain of probably the smartest people of her time, she enjoyed the little things television could offer. Even though it was claimed through numerous sources that it would rot the brain.

"Sorry." John apologized as he flipped the channel back on it's designated spot.

Miia, who wore a yellow sun shirt slithered into the room. John didn't question the fact that a good 25% of her breasts were on display with how loosely it hung around her shoulders, and down her chest. Giving him a very good portion of her cleavage to view.

She, like the wild and free person she was, didn't wear a bra.

Truthfully, John didn't know why though. He had seen Kelly and Linda naked before during showers so there wasn't anything he hadn't seen before, and they too wore bras. He just didn't know why Miia didn't.

What interested John the most about these people.

Specially the women, was the fact they had looked so different from his own.

Women's characteristics were more characterized. Like their breasts, hips, eyes, and butts were more distinguished than before. Almost everything looked so different than his own times.

He didn't know what to say about it but decided to forget that thought.

"Oh darling, you made me breakfast? You shouldn't have. I'm the luckiest girl in the world." She gushed while sitting on the chair and digging into her food. The first chair she had ever sat in was flattened under her weight, so John, being ready to make preparations for the home, had to go shopping for a reinforced chair with extra strong clamps.

In fact, when she started living here, many things throughout the house had to be modified to suit her needs.

The bath had to be resized.

The halls needed to be wider.

The roof had to be raised.

The fridge had to be expanded.

The floorboards strengthened.

The doors had to be widened.

The bed had to be enlarged and supplemented to support the new weight.

Basically, every part of his home furnishings had to be made bigger. It had driven the bill up to 12392000.00 Yen which equaled $100,000 in american money. But due to John's accidental strike to riches he wouldn't need to worry about money.

"It's the least I could do." John said as he picked his mug up and brought it to his chapped lips. This is what woke him up in the mornings after long sleepless nights dealing with demons. It was the intoxicating aroma of good American Joe. Since he didn't eat rehydrated packs or MRE's he began testing new food and drinks. And so far coffee was his favorite.

Before he could take a sip though, there was a knock at the front door.

"It's her." Cortana chimed sourly.

John grunted glumly while putting down his cup on the coaster. Ms. Smith had an act of showing up in the morning right when they were about to have breakfast. John had plenty of food to give around but some common decency would be highly appreciated though. He could tell she had tremendous amounts of work with the "Cultural Exchange Program" but sometimes that was inexcusable.

John got up from the table as Miia began scrounging down the eggs one by one and went over to the door.

He opened it revealing the bright sunny day, and there stood Ms. Smith, who wore the same uniform. She was a slender woman with shoulder length hair that was as dark as the night. She had a pair of large brown eyes behind a pair of retro sunglasses that she seemed to carry around wherever she went.

"Ms. Smith." John achnolwged politely. Now that he wasn't in active service anymore there were certain slants he had to take. Cortana had told him to loosen up a bit, put the armor and fighting to rest since there couldn't be anything similar to that in this world without bringing attention.

John was trying, but some things like working out or cleaning his armor were all too good to let go.

Maybe one day he could tell Miia of his service.

Maybe one day.

"Morning you too. I assume everything is going... Well." She said while lowering her sunglasses and getting a better view at John. Ms. Smith would admit that he wasn't a bad looking guy. Tall, lean, and quite charming with his words. Currently, John wore a tight fitting white button up shirt and a pair of extra long flat iron pants and a pair of brown work boots.

All together, John looked pretty exotic in her eyes.

"Would you like to come in?" John questioned as he stood aside to let her in.

"Why certainly. I hope I didn't interrupt anything... Important." She said with a hushed linger at the end. John raised an eyebrow as the raven haired woman walked past him, letting her high heels click on the tiles floor.

"No. Just breakfast."

"Mmmm what were you cooking?" She asked.

"Just a cup of coffee Ma'am, and eggs for Miia.." John said while noticing Miia had left the room rather quickly. Probably to do something with her hair again.

"I do love coffee." Ms. Smith said suddenly to John. If John could read, it was Ms. Smith who was giving the message as 'GIVE ME COFFEE' in a childlike manner.

"I'll make you some if you like." John said as he rubbed the back of his head over a bandaid. He had to cover his neutral interface whenever she came into his home. All Spartan-II were fitted with neutral interfaces, and his was a piece of metal on the back of his neck that connected to the top of the cervical for Cortana when he was in his Mjolnir.

Ms. Smith was already suspicious enough of John's life, but if she caught just one glimpse metal on his skin, it would raise unwanted questions.

After brewing another cup, pouring in the cream and adding two cubes of sugar, John placed it in front of Ms. Smith who sat at the table with a smirk. "Why thank you." She purred.

"You're welcome." He breathed out as he took a sip. "What was the message about? Did I make a mistake?"

"No Mr. Darling, nothing at all." She said while using his nickname that Miia had given him. "It's my job to maintain checkups and make sure no harm comes to Miia whatsoever. Remember what I told you," Ms. Smith said while glancing at John who continued to watch her. "It would be disastrous to breach those rules by engaging in prohibited matters. You would be arrested and she will be deported back to her country."

"I already knew of the repercussions when I signed on for Miia." John said suddenly while clenching his mug suddenly. He didn't understand what she was going on about. He didn't ask Cortana since she was

Ms. Smith saw a vein pulsed on John's massive pale forearm. If there was one thing she couldn't get over about him, it was his skin. It was so pale that it looked unhealthy... Not to mention the scaring he was holding. There was one here and one there on his face. She tried not to stare but good thing her glasses kept her eyes hidden.

The ones on his arms and hands stood out the most she had seen. They looked surgical.

" Well... I wanted to ask what you were planning on doing this following week with Miia. Nothing I shouldn't know about?" Ms. Smith asked with an amused smile. "I would be a shame to see you and Miia get into trouble."

John was getting annoyed now. " Why do you keep this up?" He asked with a frown.

Cortana kept herself silent, but she wanted Ms. Smith to leave... Immediately.

Ms. Smith answered with a smile while glancing at John. "Because it's my job. A Law is the law."

John stared at her blankly.

Cortana watched the whole thing and came to one mind boggling conclusion... Ms. Smith had no love life. Out of all the things she did in her job, she would constantly visit John and remind him of the "illicit matters" on a daily basis through the landline or face to face. It could be that or she could be... Jealous perhaps? Either way, Cortana was running to her last line of patience with Ms. Smith's constant attempts to pry into his past.

Ms. Smith knew somewhat of John's past... His fixed past that is.

He was born on March 11, 1969 in America. He was an orphan who grew up in a series of undisclosed foster homes and went into the United States Navy when he was 17 years old. He had picked up the name Hasley from previous wet nurses that took care of him, or so it said in his report. Spending a few years training, he then went into serving in several campaigns in many European areas and across the atlantic.

He was honorably discharged a few years prior after reaching the rank of Master Chief petty officer. He was apparently part of some serious business on several vessels that involved several confrontations. When Ms. Smith tried to look into it she almost got into trouble... The key word being tried.

Even though she had a slight amount of government authority and was registered to carry out fireteams. There were some things even she couldn't break into.

Sad thing was, the top secret missions she kept trying to look into didn't even exist to begin with. Cortana had managed to re-route the search engines which would evidently lead anyone nosey enough to the "Deep Web".

Ms. Smith knew John wouldn't hurt anyone from his numerous medals and supposed awards. Kill on the other hand, that was a different story.

When Miia was first dropped off here she was terrified of John. He was a hulking 6'10" behemoth with muscles that could put heavyweight bodybuilders to shame, and it looked like he had spent most of his life cooped up in a shell loaded with knives.

She was new to this foreign country that seemed all too familiar with and had to get used to the fact she wasn't exactly normal. Neither were the humans though. But over time Miia grew onto John. He was kind, down to earth and a big softie in her eyes. At first she looked at him in a father figure type of way but that soon grew to a small crush. Then to a lust filled young woman trying to gain the affection of an asexual veteran.

"Hurt can mean other things too you know. Like a flick on the nose, a poke on the forehead, a slap on the ass..." She said making John halt the coffee going down his throat. There were some things marines would say that made him stop what he was doing, and what Ms. Smith was implying was one of those things.

"Popping her cherry perhaps." Ms. Smith accused with a gleam in her glasses while crossing her long legs. She knew how to push John's buttons but it would be a lie if she didn't admit was easily intimidated by him. The man was enigma. He didn't have much personality other than being a quiet down to earth kind of guy.

John, in the meantime, was debating on what she meant or politely ordering her to leave, but kept it down with sheer willpower that had grown over the weeks. Instead he spoke.

"What?" John questioned frustratedly, making his voice sound more rigid at the end. "What does that mean?"

"..." Was Ms. Smith's answer at first with an introspective expression.

Did they not have many women overseas in America? Or was he gay? Many of her associates were homesexual and it didn't bother her, in fact she often had a hidden kinky side for it.

John wasn't like that. In fact, he seemed like the perfect interpretation to a hard working man trying to make ends meet and supply himself and Miia the best that he could. He was a strong stoic man with not much happiness behind his cool eyes.

Ms. Smith also looked into the criminal database and found nothing on his records. She couldn't find anything in her family or even his platoon. It was almost like he never existed.

"I have to go now for another appointment. Mind if I have a refill and take the mug?" She gestured to the half empty cup she held. John furrowed his brows at this. She was at her ways again, being a monger in nice ways. It would always be something food related. The only thing she had not used yet was his bathroom. He had a feeling though that would be coming in the future.

"Yes." Cortana said in John's mind.

"No. I hope you have a nice day." John said while pouring more coffee in and sitting back in the chair.

"Oh thank you. And I will Mr. Darling." Ms. Smith said as she walked to the door. Before she left through, she lowered her glasses and looked back at John with a sideways smirk before saying. "Make sure you keep your pants on, okay?"

John dug his fingers deeply into the wooden table as Ms. Smith walked through the door.

"I hate that woman." Cortana said, suddenly making John shake his head in amusement. If there was one thing he truly appreciated more than anything, it was Cortana's reassuring snarky attitude when it came to anyone that she didn't agree with or like. In hindsight if you disagreed with Cortana you were instantly on her black list.

Overall though, he was glad to have her.

"Uh Cortana, where did Miia go?" John asked while noticing the house had gone increasingly quiet.

"She's currently in the bathroom... And it looks like... Oh my." Cortana's image instantly turned pink.

There were several cameras in the house in case someone ever broke in. Including the bathroom right above the toilet. Since there were laws restricting humans from hurting monsters, John applied the anti-theft software camera's in every room in the entire house.

Cortana now was regretting that one camera was being put in the bathroom now.

"I think you should leave her alone for awhile." Cortana said instantly to John without batting an eye.

"Why?" John asked while Cortana rubbed her hands over her face. She wished she hadn't seen that. It played in her widespread mind over and over again.

The sweating running over the flawless skin with sticky fingers and a tongue hanging out were all too much.

John analyzed Cortana a bit more and asked more seriously. "Cortana, what's going on?"

"She was doing something... Rather venereal in the bathroom." Cortana breathed out. Explaining something like that to John was equivalent to talking about astrophysics and quantum theory to a deaf person. John raised an eyebrow at the choice of words, not really understanding the meaning behind it.

"She was exploring, certain private aspects of herself, that's all I can really say." Cortana claimed while thinking. "I didn't know she had those parts. I thought she was a full reptile..."

"I don't follow." John answered.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" A moan of total harmony reverberated in the halls that echoed into the kitchen. John turned his head to the hallway and gained a suspicious look on his face. When there were strange noises in his home he was inclined to look.

"I'm going to check on her." John said as he stood up and began advancing his way to the bathroom with a sturdy look in his shoulder plates. That noise didn't agree with him and he needed answers.

"John. I wouldn't-" Cortana began but it was futile to John who was just a few feet away from the door now.

John stood outside the door and was about to open it until he heard another moan. "Ohhhhhh..."

It was weird. It didn't sound like she was in pain. If there was one thing he knew expertly about, it was pain. He knew of different levels of discomfort and agony by past experiences. Pain was the body's response to being subjected to some type of discomfort, and it was the brain's job to tell the body it was hurt. Pain could be identified through several different ways and described in many manners.

Miia didn't sound like she was in pain.

Only one way to find out though.

Inside the bathroom, Miia was in heaven. The images in her head were wild, coursing through her system like rushing rapids. Her instincts were going nuts as she visualized John's details into her brain. Every chiseled ab and rough muscle. She lingered for his touch to the point she tried to, or attempted to have a little experiment with his sleeping form last night.

It was tempting. She weighed the options though. Do it and experience a short symphony of irresistible pleasure, or don't and resort to other means. That involves her own hands.

She had managed to gain a peek at his package by lifting the waistband of his boxers and she had to admit he was rather large and terribly unused.

He was a lucky guy that was going to make one girl very happy one day...

She hoped though it would be her. No one else.

The image and smell was too much for her to contain, and her urges came crashing down like a tsunami.

She was almost there too. She could see flashing lights and hear angels singing. She could imagine flowers blooming at supersonic speed. She could positively feel anything. If she could die now... She would be at peace.

That was until the door's handle jiggled a bit.

She pulled her hand up and gasped. Her tail almost instantly shot up like a cannon and lunged at the door like a sword.

John saw the wood splinter. Almost like graced lightning, he moved his head to the left side, avoiding the massive muscle that could have struck him in the face.

His arm shot up to grab the first thing that broke the door off the hinges with quickened reflexes. He squeezed the warm object in his hand tightly, almost like a knife. His instincts were kicking in, telling him to grab the nearest thing that could be used as a weapon to defend himself.

He continued to squeeze the red scaly thing in his hand, not paying attention that his fingers were about to cause an eruption of ecstasy.

That all stopped though when he heard a muffled behind the door followed by a whispering in worry. "Oh-oh no... Not my tail." She was already so close that her loins were moist as it. Being touched there would be similar to unleashing the Hoover dam.

John looked at the broken door on the wall and noticed he was holding the tip of Miia's tail. The warm scaly object in his hands turned to putty when he touched the tip.

"Miia? Are you alright?" He questioned seriously. Miia didn't answer and to get her attention she gently squeezed the very tip of her tail out of curiosity.

Too bad he didn't know that was the most sensitive spot on her.

Miia had experienced the largest orgasm in her entire life that seemed to have knocked her out. She saw an explosion of stars and monumental explosions happen in her head. She fell back and passed out, lying on the bathroom floor in a tangle of her arms and hair with a very large grin on her scarlet face.

John stood there, still holding her tail in his hands. He looked at the tip before pressing down on it with his thumb, wanting to see if this was the cause.

"KYYYYYHHHHHAAAA!" Miia screamed in her comatose state before falling back on the floor with spit running down the side of her mouth.

John didn't know what the hell he had just done, but he realized he left his breakfast on the table, and it was starting to get cold.

Cortana in the meantime, huffed in annoyance. "That scaly bitch." She could've very well have told Chief Miia was masturbating. But hey, the man was a caveman when it came to the idea of anything sexual and would rather spend his time shooting hi way out of situations instead of avoiding them.

This could've been avoided.

And from that moment on, John promised himself that he would never, under any circumstance, ever grasp Miia's tail. Especially the tip, ever again.