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Ginji's heart stopped dead in its tracks.
"AAAAAAAAAH!" he screamed like a baby.

"Ginji-kun, get a hold of yourself!" Akabane
demanded from somewhere in the darkness. "Screaming like an infant over a
little power outage does not suit the thunder emperor." With that, the
room brightened as though someone had lit a blue candle. Akabane held a small
glowing ball of scalpels between his hands, illuminating the main room.

"Sorry, Akabane-san� it caught me by surprise."

Akabane shook his head in amazement. "You really do
keep me from being bored, Ginji-kun." Akabane looked up and smiled.
"So it is only the two of us. Alone. In the dark."

Ginji was beginning to sweat heavily. Akabane noticed and
continued talking. "The last time we were alone in the dark, it led to
some unusual consequences."

"I'm sorry, Akabane-san. I didn't mean to!" he
whimpered.

"I did not mind all that much. It kept me from being
bored, after all," Akabane smiled brightly, the glow from his scalpels
casting his long shadow up against the wall. "I am jealous of you and your
Midou-kun, Ginji-kun."

"Huh?" Ginji asked, surprised. Why the sudden
change of topic?

"The way your Midou-kun always
comes to save you." He hesitated. This topic wasn't the kind of
thing he'd normally open up about, but then again, nothing had seemed normal
lately. "I am even jealous of the way you two eat sushi together, fighting
one another for the last morsel. The way the one who ends up with only the
plastic grass will make a tragically sad face, but the other knows that it's
not really sadness. I do not think I could ever experience such a
feeling."

"You're wrong, Akabane-san!" Ginji said firmly.
"Ban-chan and I� we complete one another. We fill up the holes in one
another's hearts, like� like the way the meat and vegetables fill up the hole
in the sticky rice!" Ginji said, proud of his sushi
analogy.

"It must be wonderful to have someone to eat sushi
with."

"Akabane-san�" This is my chance, Ginji
thought. I can convince Akabane-san to stop killing if I be his friend.
"Why don't we eat sushi together sometime?"

Akabane looked up, and less than a second later the glow
from his scalpels had gone out. "Akabane-san?"
Ginji cried in alarm. "Akabane-san, are you all right? Akabane-san?"

Ginji remained frozen, rooted to his spot. He couldn't
see in the dark. The sound of rain tumbling down mean
that he couldn't hear Akabane's movements, either. Did I say something wrong?
Oh God Oh God Oh God, I said something that made him mad and he's going to kill
me and I won't even be able to see him coming�

Another flash of lightning lit up the bar just long
enough for Ginji to see that Akabane was no longer standing anywhere near where
he'd been when the light from the scalpels had gone out. Ginji strained his
ears, but he could hear no movement.

He was terrified. He moved one leg, preparing to run for
the door. No- no wait. Breathe, Ginji, breathe, he thought. Something was
beginning to dawn on him. Akabane-san is testing me. If I show I am afraid,
he'll know my offer wasn't sincere. He'll know I'm still really afraid of him�
and he'll kill me.

Ginji lowered his arms. "Akabane-san, you wouldn't
stab a man in the dark without giving him a good fight, right? It's not your
style. I'm going to stand right here, Akabane-san." He hesitated. "I
trust you."

There was no response, although he thought he heard
something brush against one of the tables to his right. "Akabane-san,
please stop this. We can't eat sushi together if I can't see to get it out of
the kitchen." His heart felt like it was going to jump into his chest. His
legs felt like a combination of rubber and the desire to burn rubber out of
there. He realized running was definitely the wrong option. He'd seen that he
couldn't outrun Akabane from their experiences in the Infinite Castle. His only hope was that Akabane would come to his
senses and stop being ridiculous.

He felt a presence at his back. "If you had run
away, I would have killed you." A smallish hand rested on his shoulder.
"Let's eat sushi together sometime, Ginji-kun."

Akabane smiled faintly.
"I would enjoy that."

"Great," Ginji said with a hundred-watt smile.
"It's in the kitchen. Master won't mind us eating some as long as we pay
for it." He turned around to go fetch it, disappearing into the kitchen
and reappearing with a tray of cold sushi. "Did you want me to have
brought you anything in particu-" he paused in mid-sentence, as Akabane's
feminine arms were suddenly wrapped around his middle, Akabane's face buried in
the small of his back.

"Do not leave again. You said we would eat sushi
together, but then you turned to leave me alone again. You made a promise."

He was frozen in place, trembling as Akabane's arms
wrapped tighter around his middle, trailing up and under his shirt. They
wandered over the muscles of his chest. Ginji took a deep breath, swallowing
hard as his face turned absolutely red. "A-Akabane-san� please� don't do
that�" he whimpered, standing rod still.

"What is the matter, Ginji-kun? I can hear your
heart racing. Do you not enjoy this?" Akabane's hands traced lower on his
belly, following along the blonde hairs below his navel. Ginji felt those hands
undo the zipper on his shorts.

By that time, he was so panicked he could barely breathe.
Ban was just a few miles away getting the car, but at the same time, it felt
like he was a million miles away. The question was, though, what that distance
meant. His mind was begging him to call out for Ban to help, screaming across
the metaphysical miles separating them. His body, however, was grateful that
Ban was so far away.

He felt a slight breeze as his oversized shorts ended up
in a heap around his ankles, slender fingers massaging in circles on his
testicles from the outside of this pants. The touch and pressure felt so good.
He closed his eyes. If he pretended those hands did not belong to Akabane� if
he only pretended that it were anyone else slowly caressing him through the
white cotton of his underwear�

"Akabane-san," he found himself whimpering, his
voice high pitched even though it was coming out of the base of this throat.
"You really shouldn't do this." He found it hard to talk with all the
blood rushing out of his brain and into his groin.

"I do not want to be alone, Ginji-kun. I want to eat
sushi together, like you promised," Akabane answered, continuing to fondle
the sensitive skin of Ginji's testicles by pushing the soft white cotton up
against them. The eighteen-year-old shook against her, in a mixture of
excitement and fear.

"Not here, Akabane-san, not here! This is the Honky
Tonk!" he begged.

"No one will hear us. We even have the sushi here,"
Akabane answered. Ginji trembled as he felt the cold metal of the dull side of
a scalpel being dragged against his bare legs, but somehow, he knew the tremble
was not from fright. An involuntary little moan of pleasure escaped his
unwilling lips. Without warning, he seized Akabane up in his arms, dashing up
the stairs. The upstairs room with the cot was his destination. He was not
going to risk doing anything openly on one of the tables. That was just an
invitation for Ban to come back in the middle.

He dropped her gently down on it, the sushi landing
beside her, before drawing closer and attacking her neck with kisses again. One
of Akabane's female hands was directly over Ginji's groin while the other
played the scalpel up and down his leg. "You are getting very hard,
Ginji-kun," Akabane smirked. Ginji's only response was a little grunt of
recognition. His head was tipped back, his eyes shut, all of his body given
into the sensations. The logical part of his mind screaming for him to stop had
been reduced to an annoying whimper in the back of his internal monologue. To
make a comparison, it was like having a slightly crackly microphone at a
concert. It would have been obvious enough on a recording or in retrospect, but
over the roar of the crowd, it was nothing.

Akabane helped Ginji turn around, wrapping his female
arms around Ginji's neck. Ginji found himself sucking on Akabane's neck and
cupping her breasts through her tablecloth dress, rubbing them together and
feeling the way they moved beneath his large hands. He started at the base of
her neck, licking and sucking his way down to where the cloth ended.

Akabane,
for his� no, Akabane thought. Truly, if he was here, doing this� then it meant,
he really did have a female body. Akabane, for her part, was pulling Ginji's
shirt and vest up and over his head. They messed up Ginji's hair as she pulled
them off, throwing them to the ground.

Akabane rested against the cheap white plastic. Ginji had
his head down, licking the exposed tops of her breasts. He pulled her coat was
off, lying it beneath her. She shivered slightly. She drew her body closer to
Ginji's for the warmth, feeling the bulge growing in his underwear pushing up
against her leg.

He was fumbling with the knot holding the tablecloth on
at her shoulders, obviously inexperienced in the art of undressing a woman,
tugging and yanking at it with a confused look in his cow-brown eyes. Finally,
he managed to pop it open, letting the white cotton cloth fall loosely over
Akabane's chest. He placed his mouth gently over Akabane's left nipple,
suckling on it until it was hard and aroused beneath his tongue.

Akabane squirmed against him, making pleased gasping
sounds. A flush of pink had grown through her chest at the same time that a
small, wet stain had appeared on her black panties. She tried to reach out to
grab for Ginji's arousal, but the way he had positioned himself to suck at her
breasts prevented her from doing so. Instead, she wrapped her arms around him,
massaging his shoulder blades. "Such strong� shoulders�" she gasped.

He paused then, leaning away from her. She was laid
completely bare for him, other than a white cloth lying on top of her body pair
of small black panties. Her body was flushed, her breaths deep, and her breasts
standing at attention. She, in turn, was evaluating the broadness of his bare
chest and the tent that stood up in his underwear.

Quietly, with an unspoken understanding, he joined her on
top of the table, kneeling between her thighs. He bent over her, and she felt
the pressure of his erection pushing against her panties, as if trying to break
the barrier. He had returned to kissing her neck, kissing down her body in a
straight line. He kissed and licked his way down until he reached the line of
her panties, then hesitated. This was the final line. Once he crossed, he did
not have the option of going back.

"Ginji� kun� the sushi is getting warm,"
Akabane suddenly interjected. Ginji looked down on it, then picked it up and
studied the shape. He then looked over at Akabane. He pulled the sheet off of
her with one fluid movement, leaving her in only her panties. He took the sushi
and placed it, a piece at a time, from her breasts to her navel. The final
piece rested on the black fabric of her panties.

Slowly, licking every last drop of sticky rice off her
skin, he moved down her body while hunching over her, tasting the flavor of the
sushi intermingling with the salt of her sweat.

As he was contemplating what to do next, he suddenly felt
Akabane's hands on his groin. He jumped a bit, surprised. He remained frozen
like a statue as he felt her pull his underwear aside, her hands roaming over
the veins and bumps of his erect penis. Her touch was so good, it was electric.
And he, of all people, should know that.

He felt something touching the base of his penis, and
then shuddered in pleasure as she pulled her hands up, stopping to lightly
apply pressure to his scrotum. He looked down, and in the little bit of light,
observed a blue plastic wrapper around his swollen member.

He looked up at Akabane in confusion. She blushed in
response. "I always carry one in my coat� but I do not suppose� I am the
one who needs it right now," she said, her face blushing so deeply it matched
the pink color in torso.

"So�" he whispered between deep
breaths."This is it. We're really, really going to do this�"

"Let's� eat sushi together," Akabane answered,
smiling very faintly. It was hard to maintain a smile through deep breaths.

Her panties joined his underwear on the floor and he
entered her, pushing into her gently. She cried out, her back arching. The
sensation was new, awkward, and slightly painful. Strangely, she found herself
not caring. The amount of pleasure flowing in outweighed the pain and
discomfort.

He moved against her, hips grinding against hers.
"Is this good, Akabane-san?" he gentle voice asked, gasping. "I
want you to be happy�"

"I am happy, Ginji. Because you are here." She
tried to raise her hips to accommodate his entrance, but found it difficult.
The movements were different from a woman's end, and she was having trouble
transferring between what she was used to and what her new body would allow.
She raised her legs up, wrapping them around his waist for support.

He continued to push in and out of her, watching in
fascination as her breasts heaved in response to his motions. He discovered
that there could be fun in varying his pace, watching how the movements of her
breasts responded. "You have such funny breasts, Akabane-san," he
whispered between moans. She was gasping, and when he leaned down to lick her
skin he tasted a fine layer of sweat. It wasn't until he saw drops falling onto
her moaning, twisting frame that he realized he was sweating just as badly.

"Are you enjoying this?" Akabane asked through
her gasps, arms wrapped around his neck. She used her leg muscles to pull
herself up and closer to him, giving him deeper access to her.

He let out a little moan in reply, not really having the
mind to make other words. Pushing inside her had become easier, as her vagina
had become wetter the longer he stroked against it. He moved one of his hands
off the table so that he could play with her breasts, squeezing them and
rolling them around in his palm.

Akabane laughed, drawing a few thin fingers across his
lips. "I will take that as a yes," she smiled, kissing him on the
lips. "You can be harder. I am built to last." She closed her eyes in
pleasure, learning her neck back to give his mouth access to her soft flesh.

He took her invitation perhaps a little too eagerly,
nodding and slamming against her. She cried out, but the sound that came out of
her mouth was one of pleasure rather than pain. She started making wheezing,
squeaking sounds as his pace increased. He shoved against her as quickly as he
pulled himself out to ready himself for a second stroke.

She heard a slight humming sound. Confused, she opened
her eyes. She didn't see anything out of the ordinary in the darkened room.
"Ginji-kun, what was that?" she asked. Then she felt it. A little
shock of electricity directly in her sensitive regions, as though someone had
given her a static electricity shock. She cried out, hips bucking strongly
against Ginji from the sensation. It was only when she pushed against him that
she suddenly realized the sensation was coming from his fingers.

She understood what that humming sound had been. Her eyes
were wide, her breath coming in breaths so deep that her chest heaved a good
two centimeters up and down. She tried to move her arms up, to sit up a bit,
and discovered that he'd pinned them into place with his hands when she'd
jerked from the shock.

She was suddenly aware of how vulnerable she was. She
couldn't move her arms, her breasts bared to him, her legs spread wide to
accommodate him as he pushed in and out of her. A second shock rocketed through
her hips, causing her to jerk strongly against him again. The condom offered
some protecting, but it didn't cover everything�

Akabane was deeply torn as Ginji bent down and sucked
hard on her neck. The shocks were not very painful. In fact, she found them as
pleasurable as the feeling of him fully inside her that she got when the
resulting jerk cause her to force herself upon his penis. She could not like
them, however, because she had not asked for them. She was also a bit
frightened. Ginji, she trusted in bed. She'd spread her legs to allow Ginji to
enter. She did not want to look up into his face. If she looked up find the
Thunder Emperor between her thighs, she had no idea what she was going to do.
She couldn't hurt Ginji, but she hadn't agreed to make love to that other
person. What hurt the most was that Akabane knew that she, the infamous Dr.
Jackal, murderer of hundreds, one who had fought in the Beltline� was absolutely
terrified at that moment.

"What's wrong?" Ginji's voice asked, hand
stroking the side of her face. "Why won't you open those pretty violet
eyes?"

She opened her eyes to look up at Ginji's face.
"Ginji?" she asked.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"You're�" Akabane paused and bit her lip. He
looked so happy. She could imagine the horror on his innocent face if she
admitted he was hurting her. "Wonderful," she said, lying back and
letting him continue to grind deeply against her hips.

"I'm glad you like it, Akabane-san�" he sighed
back.

In not much more time, he came. He
let out a cry of delight from the force of his ejaculation. He fell against
her, head landing on the pillow of her breasts, as he finished.

A moment passed where neither of them could move, both
gasping heavily. Slowly, Ginji raised his head. The normal, innocent brown eyes
stared deeply into Akabane's pale violet eyes and saw something dark and pained
in them. "Akabane-san?" he asked, his facial expressions revealing
pure confusion. He had no idea what had just happened, except� he looked down,
then backed himself out of her. "We're done?" he asked, removing the
sticky condom. He adjusted himself into a sitting position, holding the used
rubber out as though it might bite him. He glanced back at her, noticing the
look she was giving him. "What's wrong? You look like you're going to
cry."

She sat up suddenly and buried her face in his chest,
unashamed to cry. She refused, however, to tell him what had happened. No
reason to bring it up. No reason to worry him� "Akabane-san? Did I hurt
you?" he asked, putting one hand on her shaky back. He had not really hurt
her, but the intention to do so had been there. The way he'd touched her, the
way he'd looked at her�

She shook her head, without removing her face from his
chest. "First time� always hurts�" she muttered.

Ginji reached down and fished around until he found
Akabane's coat, then draped it over her nude and vulnerable form. "Here,
Akabane-san. Really, are you okay?"

"I�" she didn't want to worry Ginji. She really
didn't.

He wiped the tears off her face. "Don't cry,
Akabane-san. It doesn't seem right for you to cry." He blushed, looking
rather sheepish, before asking, "Is there anything I can do to make it
better?" he asked.

She hesitated. This was Ginji, after all. She was safe
with Ginji. Ginji would protect her, and never let anything happen to her.
"Ginji-kun, when� when I make those sounds, I am happy. You are not
hurting me." She looked down at her still naked crotch. "You
could�" she said, letting the word drift off.

"I could?" he asked, confused.

"Never mind," she said, burying her face in his
chest and clinging to his broad shoulders.

He looked at her sideways. "O� kay,
Akabane-san," he said, obeying her command. That confirmed it for her. He
had absolutely no idea what had happened in the few moments when he'd reached
his peak and his darker self had tried to emerge, and when he'd orgasmed and
released enough energy to return to himself.

"Ginji-kun, you
were wonderful," she emphasized, not bothering to sit up to address him.
"You were wonderful."

He pulled some of the extra towels off the table and
wrapped her in a makeshift bikini of them. "I have to go the
bathroom," he said, picking up his underwear and shorts from the floor.
"Do you want me to bring you something to drink when I come back?" he
asked, pulling up his underwear.

"Mmmm," she moaned in response, pulling her
coat around herself like a blanket. All she wanted right then was a nap.
"Maybe later� some tea�" with that, she was asleep.

Ginji noticed that he, himself, was exhausted. He would
have joined her if not for one factor� he really DID have to pee, urgently, and
the only toilet was downstairs.

After emerging from the bathroom, Ginji yawned and
stretched. Boy, was he tired. Without warning, the
front door suddenly flew open, and a mysterious black shape loomed in the
doorway. Ginji recognized it instantly- it was the blob! "IEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
Ginji screamed, falling over in terror.

"Ginji?" Ban asked
from beneath his rain poncho. "What in hell are you doing?"

Ginji relaxed, temporarily returning to normal. "What
took you so long, Ban-chan?" He asked, breathing out with a great sigh of
relief.

"The highways were horrible! It took ten minutes to
go a kilometer. I could have walked faster," Ban shouted over the roar of
the wind. "Let's get inside rather than discussing this out here."

The two stepped inside, Ban removing his soaked poncho
and hanging it up on a hook. It was a cheap plastic thing that the tow driver
had given him, Ban explained as he brushed the water out of his hair. Then, Ban
looked over at Ginji, frowning. He grabbed Ginji by the shoulders, and without
so much as a word of warning, threw Ginji out into the pouring rain.

Ginji immediately came running
back in, his shorts soaked absolutely through. As they were the only things he
was currently wearing, it would make sense that they would be the articles of
his clothing to get soaked. "Ban-chan, what was THAT for?" Ginji
asked angrily, brushing water out of his ruined hair.

"If I had to get soaked in the rain, you have to get
soaked in the rain. Besides, you stunk like sweaty armpits."

"Like you should talk, Ban-chan! You shower in
public fountains!"

"Never mind that, you," he snapped. Then, to
quickly change the subject, "Where's Jackal?"

"Upstairs, watching the rain. Akabane-san likes to
look at the rain."

Ban looked around the darkened Honky Tonk. "I wonder
what is taking the power companies so
long. They're normally so punctual� Ne, Ginji? If the lights stay out much
longer, the stuff in Master's fridge is going to start to melt. We should eat
some of it before it makes a mess. Out of kindness to him, so he won't have to
clean it up."

Ginji grinned through an
exhausted yawn. "Of course, Ban-chan. It is only the right thing to
do."

-To Be Continued-
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