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Clash of Realms
CHP51: Club Fight in New Jersey

Reappearing inside the home of Yukari, the witch herself breathed out and took some time to really take in what happened. When the danger call came, she wasn't presuming something quite like that.
"In light of everything that happened I believe it best we postpone this appointment," Zatanna said.
"Wait, why?" Yukari enquired.
The magician took a breath as her shoulders lapsed.
"You heard what they said back there. We broke the law by me being there, and regardless of the conditions it was a felony."
"A small violation, and had you not been there a lot more monsters would have been injured or worse. You've got me in your corner on this," Yukari countered.
"Alright, but for now let's put a lid on this. I or Batman will make contact when the time comes that we proceed. In the meantime, mind if I hold onto this?"
Zatanna took a couple steps off to the side and taking the black book of magic into her hands.
"Sure, I don't see why not," the witch shrugged. "Still, you have not yet told me why or what this is all for."
"In due time you will know everything. I promise," Zatanna held the book up against her chest.
"And what of them? Someone, I don't know who; will more than likely seek me out to find why we were together. Let's face it, you're a member of the mighty and most influential squad to be established and myself… just some witch with a lot of upside but a lot to learn. What do I even say?"
Zatanna sighed aloud while moving beside Yukari.
"Good question," she was quiet for a few seconds as she thought it over and something came to mind. "I've got it. When that happens, this is what you will do."
The magician moved in front of Yukari and the witch listened while she talked. And elsewhere two had finished the whole bottle of scrumptious champagne before they even started on some of the dessert options which included caramel topped ice-cream.
The two vampires were having a great time out and enjoying the music by the band, and there wasn't an empty table in sight, as they sat within the roofless diner seven stories up. Moka had a little bit more to eat than Tsukune and she ended up spoon feeding her soulmate some ice cream while she chuckled. He mumbled something about taking exactly the nutrient his body needed but his eyes were light and crinkling around the corner. Tsukune enjoyed the overall atmosphere and seeing so many other couples around, not to mention how happy his wife looked, the warmth and weight of her body over him as she stood from her chair and sat in his lap, the heaviness of her arm around the back of his shoulders.
Feeding him caramel layered ice cream turned into their lips against each other, when Tsukune suggested that Moka should taste it, which resulted in a long, hot lingering kiss that left the two of them tangled up together, Moka pressed up against his chest, one hand warm against his face. Moka would have been happy to go at it right there, though in a public environment like that it just wasn't going to happen but Tsukune nuzzled his mouth into Moka's neck, making tingles shoot through her with the soft scratch of his face, and murmured, "Dance with me, Moka-san."
It took a moment for Moka to process his words with her lust addled brain.
"I had one more surprise for you," Tsukune smiled.
Untangling from each other, Tsukune stood and held out his hand for Moka. He pulled her in close and swayed her to the slow music across the dance floor where they joined other couples. Moka relaxed her chin on her husband's shoulder and let herself be led. Tsukune hummed along to the theme of the band before softly singing to her. It touched her deeply. Breath caught in her throat, her heart beat fiercely like a foreign drum.
She never thought she would ever hear him sing. Even if just in private with the two of them, it was quite the treat. His voice was warm with love and affection. She wished this moment could last for an eternity.
They danced for a long while, their eyes never leaving each other and it was like no one else on the dance floor even existed.
"This has been a great night out, and. I love you so much," Moka said softly.
Tsukune's eyes lit up in that quiet way that only happened when he's really happy. They kissed for a while.
"Should we go to the room, now?" Tsukune turned his voice deeper, posher, silkier, like liquid sex dripping into Moka's ears, like the promise of untold sensuality and sinful pleasures.
And Moka couldn't agree faster as he took her hand and they ran off together.
XXX
"You hear, Circe and her collection were successful," Deathstroke stepped into a room with dim lighting by a few candles surrounding the staff which was now behind glass.
"So I've heard," Vandal Savage stood with his arms crossed and standing in front of it. "Good, that puts us one step closer to where we want to be."
There was another in a dark corner of the room and the light barely showing off his physical form. And with each step he took and away from the wall his armor gave off a cracking sound as he two positioned in front of the glass case. The assassin stood his ground and didn't move much from there, other than crossing his arms.
"This staff of Kuenuiko Ayano," Slade spoke up. "I'm no magic user, nor can I detect energies but this weapon looks to be useless. Are you certain of its function?"
Savage only snorted as he stepped back from the glass and with his arms situated behind him as he stepped down from the small platform.
"As is, yes. The staff is completely useless, but once connected with the Seal of Light and Darkness all shall witness its true power and I shall be the one to yield it. This place here will remain secret and until the time comes that the pieces are reunited and the beginning of a new tomorrow, we shall stay away from here."
"Yes," Zorvu agreed with a step in their direction. "Doing so might risk, Vlet or someone else of Fairy Tale discovering this lair and the staff."
"And wedge together what Savage is up to," Deathstroke finished the thought. "I'm heading back to base now, and I would do the same soon if I were you."
Slade Wilson took to the exit and outside a teleportation dock was near which he used and his atoms dispensing.
"Ched possess the Seal of Darkness, stashed away," Zorvu started up. "When will we go after it?"
XXX
Packing up all their materials and belongings, the group of six took off from the small village on horseback. Leading the way Isla Hayhurst and the others not far behind as they galloped along through the woods. It was just over two hours before they reached the ocean side and where a ship awaited them, and so too did Chief Filer. The horses came to a steady halt and Isla was the first to hop off her horse and greet him with a handshake.
"I wish you and your team well, these waters can get quite viscous. Especially this time of the year. But you will have everything you asked for. A captain and an additional crew of twenty, cooks, pirate soldiers, a navigator and they're all very experienced out in sea. You're all in good hands," he tipped his head.
"Greatly welcomed. I will return this favor, count on it," Isla did the same back with a smile.
Filer was with his hands over her shoulders and shook his head.
"Our land is forever indebted to King Delbert and the kingdom of Vindellorien. Your father and his armies have had our backs more times than I can count, and you needn't worry about repaying this service, young one. Now go and do what you need to, they will get you safely to the island."
The elf royal took a few steps back just as he removed his hands from her shoulders.
"Yes, I have no doubt. We'll do what we need and they will return. My journey however will see me journey further out and covering much of the lands. Do not worry of my well-being, just as with your tribe…"
"Rationalization is not needed. I'm fully knowledgeable to Vindellorien's affairs and allies of sorts. I once worked closely with your father on the battlefront, years before you were conceived. I picked up a thing or two. Allies of your homeland are widespread, find them and explain your circumstance just as you've done here. They will listen and follow."
Isla was with a smile and embraced in a hug with the chief. The others had already begun boarding the ship and carrying their belongings on board. The discussions between Isla and Filer lasted for only a little while longer before she too joined them up the steep ramp and stepping out over the deck of the ship. For the next few minutes crew members went through the essential protocols necessary while the last of the luggage was stored away and they set sail. Filer waved as they set off and Isla doing the same back while Batwing and Black Canary found themselves on the opposite side of the ship, Dinah with her hands over a steel railing.
"And so now the journey continues," Dinah breathed out and her eyes over the waves which roughly moved back and forth. "If we make it through this and see home again, we'll have countless stories to tell."
"You're right," Batwing loosened his muscles and leaning against the railing with his eyes out and over the ocean. "And if we do, we're going to be a lot stronger for it."
And while they stood there enjoying the view, Miukei and a few others took to their staterooms, unpacking a few things and getting themselves settled. Isla did the same, walking across the deck and then up the steps and following a single of the pirates who showed her around to where all the cabins were and the elf lieutenant making a quick decision as to which she'd settle into. Afterwards and with most of her belongings in a corner she took off walking and on her way out she walked along before stumbling upon another stateroom left slightly cracked open and she peeked inside.
"You aren't just a little bit unsettled?" Isla pulled open the door and her eyes over the woman lied out over the bed. "Being a vampire and all… so close to the water."
Looking up at her, Miukei blinked a couple times and rolled over on her side with her head against the pillow.
"I've been on my share of cruise ships, mostly undercover missions. I grew over my fears of sailing in the mid eighteenth century. Now if we were to crash and sink, well… then I'm good as dead."
Both shared a laugh together while Isla leaned against the door.
XXX
Being who they were they could be targeted at any time. Their lives weren't easy and never would it be, but they knew the memory of this beautiful night and others like it would keep them company even during the darkest hour.
Tsukune's eyes opened slowly as the first ray of morning light beamed through a gap in the curtains. He felt warm all over, his body tingling from a wonderful evening of passionate love making.
He sat bolt upright stretching out with a silent yawn. Moka. Sex. Amazing sex! Memories flooded back from the night before: the dinner, a limo ride, lots to drink, his hand on her thigh, and then it went hazy. Tsukune really only drank on special occasion like with this, despite his divine strength and power he was a lightweight when it came to libations but after last night he be more careful with how much he took in. It was all a blur, a wonderful blur of skin touching skin between expensive Egyptian cotton sheets. A blush spread across his skin and Tsukune suddenly wanted to go at it again. He was the luckiest man ever to have such a beautiful wife, and spent the night touching her in ways he had not before. It was right up there with the best sex he had ever had with her.
Tsukune held his breath when she felt the bed shift beside him. Moka was still there, sleeping peacefully. He suddenly felt as shy as a teenage boy, afraid but also excited. Just looking at her created a storm within him, a swirling tempest that made gooseflesh appear across his flesh.
She stirred again and Tsukune moved out of bed. Why was he still here? He had already made a couple calls and needed to be in New Jersey ASAP. Why wasn't he looking for his clothing, rushing down the back stairs? The hotel sweet was one of the best they'd been in, the vampire noting as he took a look around.
He felt his common sense banging a drum over and over in his mind. Slowly extending his arm out, Tsukune took hold of his cell which was over the dresser. Already he had two missed calls whilst running a hand through his hair. Out of bed and walking around, he slowly began recovering his clothing off the ground and redressing himself. Last came his jacket and watch, and he spotted a small notepad beside the bed and deciding to leave Moka a note for whenever she did wake. The sweet had already been paid off upfront the night previous, so that was one less thing to worry about. Finishing up the note and when he was preparing to leave he spotted something from the edge of his eye. It was right at the bed's headboard. It was wrapped around Moka's right arm, immobilizing her even in her sleep. He suddenly wondered how she'd managed to talk him into doing something like that.
Tsukune had to sit on the bed and lean over Moka's naked form in order to remove the rope. A scene flashed in his mind, Moka had tied him to the bed and straddled his hips with her thighs. He remembered himself groaning and moaning every time they increased the pace of their thrusting motions. He remembered loud cries of passion just before they both exploded from the wonderful pressure. Only to do it again but with the positions reversed.
Tsukune rushed to untie the heavy knot without waking his beautiful mate. Afterwards he sighed seeing as she didn't wake. He was nearly out the door when the urge to take one final look at her overwhelmed him and so he did. He wondered, briefly, if it would hurt her if he left without saying goodbye. Would it ruin their great night out? A great feeling of guilt washed over him and he couldn't bring himself to just go until one last thing. He returned to the side of her bed and bending down as he gave her one final kiss on the cheek.
"I love you, Moka-san," he whispered.
With that he was out of the hotel sweet and speed dialing one of his contacts.
XXX
Hours overtook succeeding the Gala Bang and the morning sunrise upon the town. The wounded had been attended to and in total eight deceased over that stretch of time, two of which soldiers and the remainder civilians. For a little while it looked as though that number might surge but since then those that were in critical condition had become stable. It was a village just a few miles from the Gala venue that the masses relocated and awaiting Apollo's arrival which was set to be any minute from then. And though she had nothing to do with the incident and nor were any of the citizens to Hiklorhan affected, that didn't stop the Dark Lord from heading out to the village the moment she gathered word of what happened. She was dressed in a dark black dress in addition to a cloak in the same color.
Through the doors she was greeted and did the same back to the guards standing. The ambiance was one of very low energy and she could feel it from all over. That was to be expected, but was really the least of her concerns and it was further up the hall where she called out to him as she rushed that way.
"Fafnir!"
His back was against a wall, his head tilted forward and his eyes closed. And even at the sound of her voice he didn't budge, his entire body stiff and Akasha could feel it as she came up over him.
"Fafnir…" the Dark Lord whispered, placing herself in front of him. "I heard about what happened, but no one has been able to give me very many details. What can you tell me… is it true you had something to do with Fairy Tale being there?"
Opening his eyes, he looked to her for a second before sighing loudly.
"Sometimes we take chances, a leap of fate. There are times it works, but more often it doesn't," his eyes over the ground as he continued. "In the case of this, it blew up right in our faces. I didn't mean for any of this to happen, to have blood on my hands… damn it!"
He clutched his right fist and throwing it backwards and punching at the wall while growling beneath his breath.
"Tell me Fafnir," she reached with a hand resting over his shoulder. "What exactly happened?"
Grimacing with a quick nudge of his shoulder he got her off him, running the palms of his hands over his face and breathing deeply.
"Where's the old man," he eyed Akasha, but with a different look in his eyes she had seldom seen.
"Not here yet," she shook her head, both hands cupped together below her waist. "But soon. Please say it isn't true, please tell me you weren't re…"
"I messed up," he looked her in the eyes once more. "This one is on me. And whatever wrath of father's or anyone else's I must face, then so be it. I've said enough. When he arrives, I'm in the conference room. Alright."
"Okay," Akasha nodded.
From then he took off and she watched him. For the first time since her return that sense of aversion he seemed to have towards her was gone. The dragon finally turned the corner and putting her past actions behind him, or did it have more to do with his current quandary? She didn't have an answer and could only hope there would be more of this from him. Through blood or not he was family, her older brother and she valued him much as she did the rest of her family. Leaders of other small towns and villages were attending and taking their place inside the conference room who in some way or another were affected by what happened the night before. Lara Chao was also in the room and shared the dragon king's intensity and both keeping quiet for the most part.
From within the hall is where the Dark Lord stood and the wait not long before he appeared. Apollo was with two guards and a woman beside him, someone the Dark Lord recognized and knew very well. She hurried towards them while holding up her dress on both sides.
"Father," she stopped short of them and a smile over her face, right before looking to the woman beside him. "And Ruby. I heard from Tsukune you've been employed by father for the short term, how has that been?"
"A real treat," the witch glimpsed up at the emperor who did the same back. "From the moment I started."
The harbinger couldn't help but smile and Akasha stepping aside.
"Good to hear," her eyes then squarely fell over Apollo. "Everyone awaits you, father."
The harbinger was with a nod of his head as they walked over the carpet and into the conference room far down the hall. At his entrance voices died down and conversations ceasing. Fafnir felt his throat tighten and close while he bit down over his tongue. Some were seated, while the majority stood around the table. Apollo eyed his son, but the dragon didn't look back and so then his eyes reduced over Queen Lara who internally was petrified but didn't show it on the outside.
"Give us the room," the emperor looked all around before his gaze was locked over both Fafnir and Lara. "I'd like to first speak with the two of them, in private."
Apollo's guards were the first out of the room which was then followed by the rest. Fafnir remained standing in a corner with both his arms and legs crossed, while Lara leaned over the table with her palms over the top.
"Father…" Akasha whispered.
"You may stay," he responded.
When the door closed there were only five. Apollo, the Dark Lord, Ruby, Fafnir and the Phoenix queen.
"So which of you wants to tell me what happened and why now eight monsters are deceased…"
Strolling forward, Apollo carried his cane alongside him as his expression shaped into a frown.
"Oh please, don't all speak at once."
Lara gulped and turning her head, looking to Fafnir who raised his head and eyeballing his father across the way.
"This problem, these terrorists horrifying and threatening the status quo of our home is a nemesis we're all faced with. When you've got a significant component on hand, a diplomat doesn't sit idly by and wait for his enemy to make its move," the dragon pushed away from the wall, shaking his head and waving a finger around. "No, no a soldier takes the fight to the enemy or in this case… sets a trap."
"Fafnir, what did you do?" Akasha posed.
The dragon king didn't give an immediate answer and straightening his collar as all eyes were over him including Lara who scratched at her sides with the tips of her fingernails. She was a nervous wreck but did what she could not to show it.
"A Chirismoy shell," he looked up and again with his eyes over his father. "I had possession of one. And broadcast of the prizes were made open, in hopes of gaining their consideration. And as predicted they not only showed but had a way of tracking the damn thing, but don't ask me how. Doing precisely as I counted on them to do those bastards crashed the party, but we were ready for them."
"Apparently not!" Apollo shot.
Fafnir quaffed and swallowed his saliva, knowing he needed to be careful in what he said.
"There was one among them, a woman of powerful magic… she's the reason for our misfortune. I'm not making excuses, you know this; but had she not been there, we very likely are singing a different tune. She was powerful, father, more powerful than any wizard or mage of this realm."
The conference table was in between both the harbinger and dragon but not for long as Apollo trudged forward and tossed it aside through the air and some of the papers and other materials over it scattering all over the ground. One hand was out in front of him which he used to slam and pin Fafnir up against the wall.
"Did you ever stop to think about this plan of yours and the risks that might come if you were unsuccessful?! Eight are now dead, and another handful in critical condition. I don't care what sort of trap you set, you do so that innocents aren't at risk! Do you hear me?!"
Apollo's grip tightened over Fafnir as he forced him further against the wall and off his feet, and Lara's eyes wide and mouth sinking open. Rushing forward and to his side Akasha clasped her hands together and shook her head.
"Father, he made a mistake. Doing this won't help. At a time like now we can't be fighting amongst each other, we must look at the bigger picture."
"If I wanted your input, Akasha. I would have asked," Apollo didn't bother looking back. "Stay out of this!"
The Dark Lord breathed, realizing the stress of everything was really starting to take a toll on him, but also knew she wouldn't just stand by. Fafnir was in no real danger. The emperor would never knowingly inflict damage on his loved ones, no matter the circumstance.
"What do you have to say for yourself, boy?!" Apollo's voice bounced off the walls within the room.
Ruby for one was just as Akasha and didn't like seeing this, running up to the harbinger's side and with her hands over his opposite arm.
"Please, Akasha-san is right. Let's just have a regular discussion. He messed up and some got killed, but that was never his intent, his activities were pure and to gain the lead over the most wanted criminals of this realm. You can't fault him for that, sir."
At just her touch in supplement to her voice, Apollo felt his frustrations and angers take a huge dive. It was like all his negative emotions and energies were being sucked away into a bottle and the lid tightly applied. Such a feeling was astonishing and something he had not undergone in quite some time, not since his last empress. His arm lowered as he released his hold over Fafnir as he really seemed to come to his senses, surprised by his own actions that he'd lost control like that. With his opposite hand easing, he removed his hand as he took two steps back and the room as a whole seeming to breathe a sigh of relief.
"I… I apologize," Apollo looked his son in the eyes, before looking to his side and at Ruby. "And thanks."
The quick exchange between the witch and harbinger didn't go unnoticed by either Akasha or Fafnir who shot one another a quick look. When he got like that it was quite the task to calm him yet Ruby seemed to have no problem doing so with little to no effort.
"And what of the Chirismoy shell, did they get it?" Apollo's eyes returned to his son.
"Sadly… yes," Fafnir shook his head in regret. "I can assure you that nothing like this will happen again. I misjudged Fairy Tale and its newly acquired power. That woman, that wizard was one of Fairy Tale's added muscle. And like so many of their newly employs she's an adversary of the Justice League."
"How do you know for sure?" Akasha asked.
Clearing his throat and straightening his posture, Fafnir looked right as the vampire.
"Because one of the…"
"A partaker of the Justice League was also on the battle field," Lara cut him off. "Zatanna is what she addressed herself by, and she showed to have the power to go toe to toe with the evil wizard."
The eyes of Akasha enlarged and Apollo frowning with crossed arms. How had a member of the Justice League found their way into the yokai realm at a time that was so expedient to the incident of the Gala Bash. Fafnir perceived the muddle in both the eyes of Akasha and Apollo, knowing he needed to elaborate.
"Don't ask me how or why, cuzz even I don't know the hell why. Yukari Sendo," Fafnir pointed to Ruby. "Your fellow witch is why she was even there. They were together before things went down as she told, and some S.O.S call to Yukari brought them to the action."
"Yukari," Ruby shook her head. "That isn't accurate, she has nor would she have any reason to associate with anyone like the league. Are you positive of this?"
"He speaks the truth," Lara nodded. "You're welcome to go and speak with her, as I'm sure you'd know where to find her. There's still much cleaning up that needs to happen at the conclusion of last night, but the relief effort has been on a roll. The many participants and those from neighboring lands have been more than helpful."
"Yukari…" Akasha was especially stunned as she whispered her name. "I'll go and talk to her. There must be an explanation to this. I'll report back afterwards."
Apollo looked to her and nodded, with something else on mind but still in the same subject matter.
"And another gathering with the heroes of man's world has been delayed for long enough. I shall meet with them in the next twenty four hours. We have much to discuss. But not until things have been sorted and settled here, I will not allow this great world to spiral out of control. Fairy Tale, nor any other will diminish what I've worked so hard to create."
"You've been working with the Justice League?" Lara asked, trying not to sound enlivened.
"Not wholly," Apollo shook his head as he looked around the room. "Let's get this place cleaned before I summon the others and this meeting gets underway. And I want a full report from you both, detailing all that happened last night. What you saw, and what ensued after they revealed themselves. And most importantly I want to know what you learned of this wizard, even if not much. And this conversation isn't over…"
The harbinger's glare loomed over the phoenix queen and his son.
"The ineptitude displayed by you both will not be tolerated or without a penalty."
"Yes sir," Lara bowed her head and Fafnir doing the same.
XXX
The dynamic duo stood atop a roof and kneeled, some distance from home. With a certain setting applied to his lenses the caped crusader initiated a zoom function which enabled him to get a closer look in on the activities taking place below. It was a club that they focused on and awaiting the arrival of two persons who had not yet appeared.
"Tell me again why we're doing this," the boy wonder looked to his right. "If this headmaster vampire guy is such a hot shot, why does he need us? This hardly seems like our problem … and if you want my opinion, a waste of time."
"In all likelihood they won't, but we operate not far and I accepted. If you want to leave, than by all means go. There are monsters down there, Robin. And I mean plainly, disguised and blending with the crowds of humans. Aono and another will try and gather intel, but if it turns violent and they don't have things controlled that's when you and I come in. I will not allow innocent parties to be wounded."
"And you know this for sure, how?" Robin questioned.
"If you mean the monsters," Batman looked to his son. "I can sense them, even from all the way up here. They're without limiters, not very clever."
And just as he turned his head away from Robin there was a beeping sound inside Batman's cowl; an incoming call. He pressed down over the left side of the cowl and answered, expecting to hear Alfred's voice but instead got someone else.
"Bruce, sorry. I stopped by the manor and Alfred told me you were out on patrol," Akasha's voice spoke softly on the other end. "I'm at your penthouse nearest up town. Whenever you can I'd like to congregate. Something happened in the yokai realm."
There was a pause from his end, pondering what this might be about. Caught up in the mission at hand he didn't care to ask for the time being. But there was something else he had on mind, and she just so happened to be in the right place.
"Give it time, I'll be there when I can. However, you said you're inside the penthouse. I have something for you, take a look at the wall on the other side of the room across from the fish tank."
Activating the holographic panel beneath his gauntlet he when right to work and opening a few windows, sliding two across and punching in a password before using voice command. Within the room where she stood, Akasha inspected the wall across from the fish tank slowly open and an elevator door visible.
"Do you see it?" Batman responded. "Inside the elevator doors and to the basement there is a little something extra on the case I've been working. You should be able to find it over the countertop next to my workspace inside a folder. I disabled all security systems, so you should be fine."
"Okay, will do," the Dark Lord nodded her head.
That was the end of the conversation and the pink haired vampire taking her place inside while descending to the basement. She had seen the wall a couple dozen times before, but never imagined there was a hidden passageway behind it. Batman on the other hand exhaled and Robin looking to him.
"Who was that?" Robin moved in close.
"No one, keep your eyes open. They'll be here and if all goes well we do nothing."
Robin did exactly that, moving over in the other direction and cracking his knuckles. And as the elevators opened the area was dark as Akasha stepped out and made her way down the hall. There was an open door ahead and vague light stemming from inside. The vampire went that way and clicking on the light. Right ahead was a white sofa bed, which she moved up on and running a hand over its soft fabric before she moved on passed it and to the left. There was a nearby mirror and she knew saw this as the perfect opportunity to take a closer look at her outfit.
On top she wore a dark cloak, which she pulled off and tossed aside and beneath it the vampire was dressed in a white nurse outfit with red trimming and red laces holding her top together but much of her cleavage visible. She wore white stockings with red suspenders connected to them and to her visible underwear in the color of white and red. Lastly was a black bow in her hair and Akasha spun around and taking a good look at herself, more than satisfied. She was sexy and knew it and when he saw her his blood would rumble. The urges came and went, and sometimes stronger than others. And there was nothing more in that moment she needed more than him.
She'd fallen for a human and now turned vampire. All that was left and what she wanted was for him to become her mate. But there was another who that shared that same feeling, and it wasn't the first Akasha experienced competition for a lover's heart. Walking along she kicked out of her white heels and the soles of her feet a lot more comfortable over the carpet as she moved around.
For a second she just looked around and in time spotting the folder he spoke about. Strolling over that way she leaned up against it and opened the folder, a total of six pages inside. Flipping through with a finger, the vampire just somewhat skimmed the info and taking in the essentials.
It was funny, she thought, that as many times as she'd spent time with him, this was the first she'd really thought about other hidden armories of his. How many did he have around the city, or possibly outside of it?
There wasanother small area nearby in a corner and looked very much like a kitchen setup.Akasha went that way and towards the cabinets. The kitchen counters were spotless. The place was kept in good condition and she couldn't find a speck of dust. She opened one of the cabinets and found dozens of canned goods and items that wouldn't spoil so quickly over time. She made a mental note to herself that she would have to cook up one of her new favorite Japanese dishes which she'd picked up on in the past three years. How much did he visit down here, she wondered. Most the containers were dated and labeled, which she also found somewhat surprising. She slowly nodded her head. Someone had trained him well. Alfred, obviously.
The vampire very much viewed the butler as family and even Damian, despite the zero affection he showed in regards to her. It was okay though, they had barely really gotten to know one another and Akasha was looking to change his perspective on the manner. Her aim was not to be a disturbance and come in between he and his father, but just too simply be a part of it all. Their family, that is.She leaned against the sink pondering and with so many different thoughts flowing all through her head. It was during these moments that her eyes ventured outward and came over something that pulled in her attention; that being a set of weights connected to a bar just over a bench.
The Dark Lord flashed a small grin as she walked towards the weight set. How much weight did he press, since his turning? She ran her fingers across the round weights quickly adding them up silently. Her eyes expanded for a moment.
"Impressive," she sighed. "Nearly three tons… not bad for a newly turned."
But then she stepped back and scratching at her chin. Was this with the use of his yokai amped up, or his base strength? Breathing out her shoulders lowered. They had only done it once since his turning, but she very much looked forward to sparring with him many more times in the near future. Her inner competitive juices heightened at just the thought of it. It wasn't just against any random fighter, but against someone that could truly make her work for it and keep her on her toes and thinking. There was no living vampire or very many monsters that could do that, in just even a friendly bout. With a smirk Akasha reached out and taking hold of the bar. She jerked the bar weights off the bench support stand and lifted it high in the air. Her smile was broader as she placed the weights back over the stand just as quickly. She glanced at the heavy punching bag hanging from the rafters but decided not to hit the bag with the strength she possessed even just at her base.Might damage it too much.
She walked to the computer area and sat while again taking the envelope into hand. It might be a while before he showed, so in the meantime it wasn't such a bad idea to read everything over in depth. It was only halfway through the first page that she got through before she looked up to the sound of the elevator rising outside the door and down the hall. And then soon after descending, as she set the folder aside whereas throwing her hair back and propping her legs up over the tabletop. Had he arrived already? She was expecting a much longer wait. Even so she had leaned back and positioning herself in a suggestive position with one leg crossed over the other and lightly biting down over her pointer finger. Subsequently the entrance door was pushed open and stepping out wasn't who she expected.
"Mor…Morrigan!" the Dark Lord right away rolled her hips and her legs dropping from the table.
"Akasha," the succubus looked down over her with condemning eyes. "Dressed so improper, and now I know all I need to about two nights ago. I stopped by, you know. The manor. After midnight give or take, but he was nowhere. I assumed him to be out patrolling but that wasn't it, was it? He was with you…"
Morrigan crossed her arms in a scolding manner and frowning down over Akasha, who tried holding a straight face but was only able to so for so long. A haughty grin shaped over her lips as she stood from the chair and slowly walking around the table.
"He's helping me with something. Bruce stopped by the castle to meet, all business I can assure you."
"And then you seduced him," Morrigan pointed out at the vampire accusingly.
The Dark Lord shrugged with an unmistakable smile.
"I was in the mood… can you really fault me?" Akasha twirled a strand of hair with a finger. "He didn't oppose nor say no… just like I knew. He's drawn to me, like he is to you. But I know the sort of man he is and he will choose… only one of us."
The succubus rolled her eyes but also with a laugh.
"So you two slept together," the succubus queen shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not stupid, he likes you… and if he wants to enjoy you than that's his choice. He and I will tie the knot one day, but again if you play nice and understand your role… I'll be so generous as to allow you to continue relishing him in bed."
"Wholly the opposite, but I won't share that same generosity," Akasha smiled.
Chuckles derived from the succubi.
"And you must be here for an encore, waiting for him. What did you tell him, it was business? And then the moment he shows, you have your way with him? But let's see what he wants, nurse or…"
Morrigan's voice coasted and bats fenced her body while her attire completely changed. She was dressed in a black and white maid outfit, high heels with fishnet stockings and white gloves.
"Maid," Morrigan winked at Akasha whose mouth moderately dropped.
"You aren't serious… this isn't a game! You followed me here, I know that. At what point and from when?" the vampire inquired.
"About the time you returned to the human world through the yokai gates," Morrigan waved her finger around. "Let's just enjoy the ride as it goes."
Akasha looked her off for a moment while her left brow twitched.
"There she goes talking nonsense again, pff…"
Before she even realized it Morrigan was up on her and hugging at the vampire from behind with her arms wrapped around Akasha.
"I brought some sweets," Morrigan stretched out her left arm and in the palm of her hand bats flew in a circular motion. "Wanna chow down while we wait? And you can also tell me about why you're here. It isn't just to get all lovey dovey with him, I gather."
A box of chocolates appeared in her hand as the bats ceased.
"Sure thing," Akasha slithered out of Morrigan's hold. "It's been a wild past twenty four hours. And what about you? What was your purpose for following me, did you need to talk?"
"You think I'm a lady with a layout. I'm just livin. Fun and partying is what it's all about and of course a good fight every now and then. But no, for real there is another reason I sought you out. Someone just came into my life, and I wanted to tell you about her. She's quite the energetic one, and most remarkably she's part of my being."
Blinking three times over Akasha didn't understand what she was trying to convey.
"Huh?"
"Lilith Aensland, that's her name. Come, let's have a seat and I'll tell you all about her. You'll meet her soon. And you have yet to visit Makai. Sometime soon I'd love for you to join me in my palace, you'd be my honorably guest."
Morrigan pulled Akasha along and to somewhere they could sit.
XXX
The club was booming, music ramped up and lights flickering. Two men wearing three piece suits entered through the front doors, one in gray and the other in dark blue. It was moderately crowded by the entrance area as they somewhat had to slither through the crowds before getting some breathing room. Ahead they spotted two open stools around the bar area and that's where they went and ordered a drink each.
"I appreciate you doing this for me," the one dressed in blue looked to the other. "It's good to see you again, Haiji."
"Don't sweat it. I've got your back whenever you need me," the Crow Tengu gave him a thumbs up. "Gin and I never really lost contact since our days as students at the academy. Game nights mostly, when we do decide to meet up out of the blue. I didn't ask over the phone, but what led you to choose me for this?"
Tsukune's elbows were over the countertop and not looking anywhere particular.
"Heard from Gin some time ago that you found work as a karate instructor and part time body guard for some of the more prominent royal families in the monster realm. Your talents are exactly what we might need here tonight. That, and I wanted to catch up with an old friend."
Haiji merely smirked as the bar tender returned and their drinks set down. Both downed some of what was in their glass. Right after Tsukune set his aside and closing his eyes while focusing his senses. The Crow Tengu just looked on curiously.
"Twenty eight of them," the vampire took another sip out of his glass. "That's how many of them we might have to deal with. Most the party goers are all human. And we can't assume every monster present has a connection to Daizo."
"Isn't that just great…" Haiji rubbed a hand over his forehead.
"This should go smoothly, but in the case that it doesn't we have insurance nearby," Tsukune said.
"Insurance?" Haiji asked.
The vampire only nodded whilst he surveyed the crowds. Haiji remained still and with his hands together and listening to the surrounding music. It was Tsukune's call to make, whatever happened.
"The DJ, seven security guards around the exits, two waiters and a waitress. And the general manager over that way," Tsukune pointed out each individual. "If what Akasha-san detailed is accurate, one if all of those persons might know something about Daizo."
Haiji tapped a finger over the countertop and was with a bob of his head.
"So what's our move going to be?"
"Simple," Tsukune raised his glass and finished what was inside. "We ask."
"Ask… just like that? You don't really think any of them would actually comply if they know something about this guy?"
Tsukune responded by whistling to the bar tender, who returned to them.
"What else can I get for you, sir?"
"Information. You seem like a clever guy and observant as to what goes on in this place. Those who come and go and what business they might be involved in, am I right?"
The bar tender looked around before clearing his throat.
"I dunno," he inspected the surroundings once more before leaning in on Tsukune. "Depends, a little green always does a good job of jogging the memory."
His beaming smile didn't go undetected by either of them. And it was in the left side of his jacket pocket that Tsukune pulled out a stack of one hundred dollar bills. The eyes of the bar tender seemed to light up in watching Tsukune flip through the bills with a finger.
"Well, in the case of this," he licked at a finger just as he took the bills into his hand and counted it out. "My mind is just overflowing with information. What do you wish to know?"
"Just a name," Tsukune replied.
The individual finished counting the cash and stashing it away in his left pocket.
"And who might that be?"
"Feroki Goto, but there's another name he goes by in these parts more frequently from what I've been told. Daizo. What can you tell me about him, if anything?"
Tsukune paid close attention to the face of the monster in human disguise and noticed the prompt change in his demeanor as he pulled and tugged at his own collar. The vampire also listened in on the increase of blood flow through his veins and also noted the sweat running down the side of his face. The bar tender grabbed hold of a rag wiping away at the area.
"Sorry," he shrugged. "Ain't ever heard the name. I've seen lots come and go, the usual's, hopeless drunks, those in town on business, you name it. And I don't do refunds."
He turned his back to them and began wiping down a section of the counter.
"You sure about that?" Tsukune posed with a scowl. "My source seemed sure this…"
"Told you already, young blood! I don't got jack and unless you want another round, then scram."
That was the last he spoke and Tsukune wasn't interested in pressing the matter. And regardless of his unwillingness to talk, the vampire knew they had come to the right place. The way the waiter reacted when hearing the name and coupled with his response all but confirmed this.
"What next?" Haiji shoulder nudged Tsukune.
"Easy. We wait," Tsukune responded.
What did he mean by this… the Tengu Crow didn't understand how they'd gain any ground with such an approach? And the whole while Tsukune had never taken his eyes off the bartender who had pulled out a tablet of sorts and looked to be sending a message.
"Wait for what, we've got to take action," Haiji grimaced.
A response from Yokai Academy's headmaster never came, and Haiji just kept quiet. It was after all Tsukune's mission and he was only there as a helping hand. They didn't have to wait for long as right after the bartender finished wiping down another section, his hand reached for a drawer to the left. Slowly pulling it open, he reached for something inside.
"Get ready…"Tsukune mumbled, but just loud enough for Haiji to hear.
"For what?"
His answer came almost instantaneously as the bartender spun around and with a gun aimed at the head of Tsukune. A piercing bang and flash ensued as the trigger was pulled, but the vampire with quick reflexes and his instincts kicking in enabled him to not only dodge but force the gunman's wrist upward and the shot tearing through the ceiling.
"Damn! You're a bloodsucker, aren't you?! I could smell it from the very second you sat. Who sent you?!"
Party goers were scrambling and ducking for cover and looking around, trying to figure where from and what that loud bang was.
"Tell me… where can I find Daizo?" Tsukune grabbed hold of his wrist and applied a tight grip. "I won't ask again!"
Haiji took a stand and looking out behind them.
"We got company, three approaching fast."
Tsukune didn't seem to listen as he again demanded the waiter give him information but this time grabbing at the target's throat. Haiji didn't have time to warn him a second time and instead jumping into action and throwing out a spinning kick which connected over the chin of a would be attacker. The fist of another was thrown at the Tengu Crow, who effortlessly caught it and elbowed him in the face. The martial then dislodged a knife out of the hand of the third who tried stabbing into his side, tossing him up and then delivering a powerful open hand which sent him soaring up and over the crowds. Another appeared out of nowhere and tackling Tsukune to the ground who lost hold of the bartender.
"A vampire in this joint, you've got balls," the one above him sniffed at the vampire vigorously. "Yeah, no doubt about it. Who sent you?!"
Propelling his legs upward, Tsukune kneed his attacker in the stomach who had the breath knocked out of him. But that wasn't all, as the power of the strike saw him through the air over the counter and into a stand holding various beverages which smashed and shattered on impact. Many within the crowds applauded the action, though they had no clue what was really going on.
"Fight, fight, fight!" the crowds repeated over and over.
"Damn it!" Tsukune popped up in time to see another four emerging from the crowds and carrying automatics which they fired off at him.
Both he and Haiji jumped around and avoiding the gunfire, but another of them managed to get behind the martial artist and seizing the back of his neck as he was slammed into a table which split in half. Dazed and wobbly, Haiji shook off the cobwebs as he leaped and delivering a knife hand to the throat of his attacker, right before drop kicking him. During this, Tsukune went on the attack against the gunmen and disarming each. And the moment he engaged in physical activity with each of them, he quickly realized they shared similar speed and strength to his own. Upper cutting one off his feet, Tsukune didn't account for the next who dashed up on him and stabbing into his side with a blade.
The vampire bit back sharply and another appeared from behind leg sweeping Tsukune who again found himself over the ground. One standing took aim over his head but Haiji zipping in and disarming him of his weapon before he could get a shot off. An elbow to the side followed by a spinning backhand took down two of them simultaneously. And by then Tsukune was back on his feet as both he and Haiji fought off the monsters in human disguise. The combo held the advantage, but then came more gunfire from afar.
Jumping away from each other they found a place to duck for cover. A bystander or two were struck by stranded bullets, falling and bleeding from their wounds. And in a split second afterwards the skylights crashed through.
"What the…"
"Is that them, it can't be!" another gunman eyed the two figures as they dropped down.
"This is New Jersey, not no Gotham City… what the hell are they doing here?!"
Haiji and Tsukune spotted them just as everyone else and bystanders erupting. The dynamic duo disarmed the remaining gunmen of their weapons. Robin then threw out his staff at another but the tip of it grabbed and he was lifted and tossed aside. Batman ducked down avoiding a crowbar and kicking into the monster wielding the weapon. The force of impact dropped the monster on his side and losing hold of his weapon on the way down. With detect mode active in his lens, Batman moved in over those the system identified as carrying a firearm. Bystanders applauded the scene, most uncertain if staged or real.
"Boza, we're getting nowhere and this is the freakin Batman! Screw the rules, if we got the bat's blood on our resume we're gonna be big time!"
"Damn straight, and we're getting our asses kicked as is. Somethings got to change."
They gave each other a knowing look and together the monsters in disguise transformed into their true forms and howling aloud as on the outside their werewolf nature was revealed. Others within the pack followed their lead and transformed as well!
"Well… damn!" Haiji's fists clutched. "That just happened."
Robin was back on his feet and applying a tight grip over his staff. A single of the wolves charged forward with outstretched arms and bear hugging Tsukune as they smashed through a wall and ended up in the middle of the street outside. By then attendees were aware of what was really going on and ran to the exits shouting. Others within the wolf pack took to the streets as well through the open wall. On the way out one grabbed hold of Robin's throat and threw him outward as his body smashed into the side of a vehicle. From behind Batman and Haiji came racing onto the scene. Robin shook off the cobwebs as he recovered his staff off the ground and used his grapple gun to retreat away from the same werewolf that came at him once more.
A cable was shot from Batman's grapple gun and wrapping around the werewolf's neck as the Dark Knight pulled back and the monster pulled down. The same werewolf who took Tsukune down was atop him and biting into his left shoulder, and screeched as he threw out his left hand and punched into the wolf's side by the enemy barely seemed to budge. The wolf's teeth dug deeper into Tsukune's flesh as he cried out and at this point he knew there was only one thing he could do. And so with his aura and energy focused he powered himself up as his eyes turned red with a slit through them. The beast atop him could feel the vampire's power mounting and the next strike knocked the werewolf aside and into a sign which split in half.
Werewolves were no joke and there was a reason they were considered the prime rivals to vampires. It was just their past differences and feuds, but the sheer power and strength that each species possessed. Their level of skill had yet to be determined but Tsukune wasn't taking any chances and so with his creation ability forged black and gray armor around his body.
XXX
Two walked and when they reached the train station, the older woman translated all the destinations, arrival times, and connecting trains they needed for their journey to Gotham City. The moon was bright with a few scattered clouds in the sky. She looked down at the young child that was just beside her leg and realized how anxious she was. And given the circumstance it was understandable. She was finally going to meet with someone she wanted to her entire life.
She could not say for sure with the child, but she knew the queen all too well. And that was something she loved about her when they traveled together in the past. She didn't look for luxurious items to feed into her status. She didn't like to eat at the finest restaurants or stay in the most luxurious hotel her money and power could buy. Not only did she like to observe the culture and be captivated by all of the wonderful things it had to offer, but she also liked to be a part of it. She liked to attend festivals and ceremonies. And she always made sure to read up on the traditions and customs of the country she visited to make sure she never offended anyone. Even though at times she hated being a queen and putting her duties aside, Morrigan took her role very seriously. She was a representation of Makai and she always made sure she made a positive, lasting impression with whoever she encountered.
The witch was very much looking forward to seeing how much of those qualities the child shared with her mother. Audrey wasn't just interested in meeting her father, but exploring his empire, Gotham City. When the witch was done making a mental plan of the destinations they would visit first they came up on the platform to wait for the train's arrival.
They were just early enough to get hit by a full force that was the chaos of the evening commute. Around them, the locals waited impatiently for a train that was never late and the witch could see how their feet grew tired of standing still. It's like the calm before the storm and she knew that soon as the train arrived, all hell would break loose.
"Stay close to me, young one" she warned the child when feeling the vibrations of the rapidly approaching train.
Both were disguised as humans and blended well with the masses. Soon as the train stopped and the doors slid open, it was like a dam broke loose as all the people rushed to fill in the void of the car. Everything happens so fast and Audrey was immediately overwhelmed with the chaos of it all. For a second, she lost a sense of her surroundings and panicked as people pushed and shoved their way past her. The feeling of drowning in the crowd lasted only for a short while before she felt a familiar hand close tightly around hers and she was firmly pulled through the masses. Before she could get her thoughts straight, the succubus was safely on the train with one of the woman's hands over her back and the other holding on to the overhead handles for balance.
There was hardly any space to breathe and the surrounding bodies were close enough to press her further into the witch and she felt as if she was suffocating. Audrey didn't enjoy this as much as she thought she would.
Morrigan was about the only one that knew her daughter didn't do too well in tightly crowded spaces. The witch had no prior knowledge of this, but she didn't need to. She could tell by the way Audrey sunk into herself with stiff shoulders and how she took deep, uneven breaths as if she was trying to ward off an oncoming panic attack. Immediately, the older woman started regretting her decision to take the train, but it was already too late to turn back now. She tightened her hold around the young one and brought her in closer.
"You're fine," she soothed her, "It won't be like this for long. They will come and go and soon you will have space."
The effect is almost immediate as her heart rate slowed and her breaths came out in even intervals. Once again, the succubi felt grounded, safe and secure. She wanted to thank the older woman but she doesn't trust her voice just yet, so she could only nod her head in appreciation. A sudden jerk from the train unconnected them and Audrey grabbed onto the witch to steady herself. She looked for a handle to hold onto but when she noticed that they were all taken or too high and that there are no seats available, she decides to wrap her arms around the witch.
Her warmth had the child sinking further in and causing the woman's hand on the handle to tighten. The longer they were on the train, the more comfortable Audrey became. All of the mechanical sounds turned to mere background noises and the sudden jolts from the turns eased into gentle sways. All the tension left her and she could finally enjoy the ride for what it was.
Audrey was fixated on the distant rolling hills and the mountainside outside the window.
"This isn't so bad," Audrey said.
Soon, the inner city lights filled her vision and the colors from the neon lights melted together in a blur as the train hustled through them. He makes a sound of agreement.
"You'll get used to it," the witch responded.
And it was just as she'd been told for the remainder of the ride, several persons retreated at various stops and freeing up space as Audrey found an open spot to sit. And the ride to their destination was over an hour. Raindrops splattered relentlessly against the glass windows as they stepped out and were met by the rain. Audrey had come prepared, pulling out an umbrella which she held by her side. And it was out ahead where she looked to one of the taller buildings in and light from a blinking sign on the side of it in bright blue letter read "Wayne Enterprises".
XXX
The combined efforts of the four man team downed the pack of wolves and Tsukune immediately marching towards and at the Dark Knight.
"We had the situation under control, you guys didn't need to get involved."
"You had the advantage over the enemy, yes," Batman spoke without making eye contact. "But lacked in what was most important. Civilians could have been gravely injured by gunfire. Your approach was flawed. The moment the fight broke out your first concern should have been to discover who was carrying a firearm and eliminate it from the equation. Bystanders are always top priority."
Batman looked out passed them and spotting a single werewolf who was squirming over the pavement and still conscious. Walking and his shadow looming over the monster, Batman grabbed at the back of his neck and pulled him to the rooftops with the use of his grapple gun. The werewolf was held upward by the throat with his feet dangling.
"You and your buddies were asked a name, Daizo. What do you know of his whereabouts?"
By then Haiji, Robin and Tsukune had joined them atop the roof.
"You… you think I'll talk for you? I'm not your average daily criminal Batman! We don't give up our own!"
The caped crusader's grip around him tightened.
"But you will…" Batman pulled him in closer.
XXX
The ship's tavern was loud with the roar of insane pirates committing impractical, drunken acts that tended to result in smashed furniture or an all-out fist fights. This came as no surprise to either the elf or vampire, both having been around such individuals in the past. The heat from so many bodies was stifling, denying the cold night air that swirled inside every time the door opened, the sweet, heavy smell of the alcohol that was served in abundant amounts and, more often than not, seemed to wind up painting the floor in a sticky, slippery layer.
Miukei alleged she should have been used to it with all her missions and being around said persons as these, and that was the same for the Asagao Three entirely. It had been quite some time since they were last on a mission together, about two years and a half since the last big one. She thirsted to get back in action and thus far this whole ordeal was shaping out to be everything she wanted.
Isla on the other hand found herself sitting at a table with four others around her, and two of which engaging in a drinking game. The responsibilities which were presumably in her hands carried a heavy weight, and though she wasn't alone Isla was the head and leading person in this all. But the moment wasn't too big for her and nor would she allow it to be.
Just as Pez and Tsech these pirates/soldiers of Chief Filer were very much like mercenaries for hire. Raiding and pillaging, stealing and drinking… their lives were dark and consisted only of few luxuries that they were accustomed to, but that was more than fine for them. They had gained adventure, and a sense of solidarity that stretched across the globe. It was remarkable, and more than they had ever dared hope for.
But still, she mused as she drunk her cheap rum and watched the pair across from her, the life that she was living did have its downsides. Pez and Tsech were bickering, tossing words back and forth, but their banter was hard to make out. Pez's sentences were confusing, more often than not, and the topics random that they went through. Tsech was sarcastic and a lot of eye-rolling to disregard the bulk of Pez's gradually slurred assertions, gulping his own drink when Tsech said something particularly complex and keeping a guarded eye on him.
From afar Miukei had been with her eyes on them and it wasn't until that time that she stood from where she sat and joined them around the table. Of the three Tsech had the fewest to drink, but it was still enough to give him a ring. The vampire pulled up a chair and sitting backward within it and watching the two of them; close in a way she hadn't pictured, or maybe it was because she was feeling a little bit tipsy.
It made her sort of pensive, watching them both and particularly their faces which were flushed lightly with the repulsive heat of the tavern, the alcoholic beverages, and their postures. Pez was relaxed as he leaned, all loose limbs and across the wooden chair. His purpose, when he stuck a rough finger into Tsech's chest, was to illustrate a point, and only slightly off center was the monster and he had enough force to make the other mercenary swing startlingly. Watching them like this brought back so very many memories.
It was those times of traveling on foot through the many lands, both monster world and that of man. The most difficult of them were the best, with the feeling of an unexplained rush and thrill that came with them. Though she'd grown in experience since those days that part of it didn't change. The delight and excitement was still, and as a vampire that part would probably never fade. Miukei had that same desire to take on everything with small odds of success, even if she failed. It seemed that was the same notion shared by many of her species, vampires wanting to prove their worth and build a name for themselves. For some time the vampire just sat there and exhaled into her rum, bitter enjoyment clouding her thoughts.
She took another sip, almost choking over it as she listened in over a loud thump on the other side of the tavern. A fight had broken out between a small group of the pirates, a glass smashed over the head over the head of one and a knee shoved into the side of another. A fourth grabbed the throat of another and choke slammed him into the ground, which brought about a chuckle from the vampire who took another sip of what was in her glass. Dinah Lance had been sitting at a nearby table and engaged in a game of cards with three. The physical activity drew near where they sat and Canary taking a stand. She came in between two of them and tried breaking them apart, but then unexpectedly one of them swung at her but she had enough quickness to duck down and dodge.
He followed up with another punch, but this time she blocked and taking hold of his arm as she twisted his wrist, turning him sideways and kicking him to the ground. Part of a chair flew through the air and she sidestepped out of the way as it missed her head by just a few inches. The one over the ground leaped back on his feet and running straight at Dinah but was tackled by another and again finding himself on his back. A third joined them as they roughly wrestled it out over the ground. A fourth soon came into the picture and holding the leg of a chair and using it as a weapon. By this point Dinah knew there was no point in trying to stop them.
"What a bunch of drunken barbarians…" she whispered, breathing out.
Without really any further thought Dinah rejoined the others at the table and the game continued as if nothing happened. After just a few more drinks Isla was feeling tipsy, and sleepy. She took to the doors on the other side of the room deciding to call it a night, heading straight for her stateroom. Things seemed to settle within the coming minutes and Miukei losing count of how many shots she took, but started to feel it. Her foot tapped to the music and beat which she had not originally even listened in on and then the rest of her body seemed to follow.
This is exactly what she needed, a fun time out. Up and out of her seat Miukei began dancing around. She did so while holding out her glass and calling for another shot in which the bar tender filled her right up and she drank it all down in one gulp. Others of the pirates began to take notice of her as she spun her backside around, bending her knees as she moved up and down so quickly and shaking it around. Soon a majority of the fighting stopped and the attention swinging to the vampire who leaped up over a table and began twerking. Much of the room erupted and some of the pirates even moving in closer for a better view and surrounding the table with their drooling eyes.
"Boy does she have an ass!" one gloated.
Various other comments followed and some even threw out coins over the table while shouting over and over, "Strip, strip, strip!" Miukei played along as she spun around and winking as she untied the straps over her tunic and flashed all the crowds with her breasts exposed while she shook out her chest and letting them bounce and her audiences roared. More and more coins were tossed over the table while she tied her top back up and continued where she left off, lowering down and over her knees while shaking her backside. One couldn't contain himself, slapping at her ass but received an immediate kick to the face which saw him soaring halfway across the room. Her audiences reacted with a loud howl, and some laughing.
"You may look… but no touching," Miukei looked out to the service area. "Another drink, bar tender!"
She was given exactly what she wanted, another shot which she consumed in one go. And the bottle was left over the table as a select few of them took turns filling her glass as she consumed each and every ounce of it. Soon she was up and off the table and dancing amongst the pirates, and even over them. The vampire was surrounded as they began groping and fondling her, but she didn't seem to care. Perhaps she was having too much fun or too drunk to give a damn. Dinah almost couldn't believe her eyes as she watched from afar and stashing her cards. Miukei was literally giving out a lap dance to the ship's captain!
"She's quite the party animal, surprising," Canary murmured.
Eventually the forced her way out of the crowds and spinning over one leg and singing to the beat in the background. And not a second later was it that she spotted someone sitting over a stool alone in a corner, looking over a holographic projection from his left arm. She skipped about in that direction and twirling over one leg as she did. The vampire needed a change of scenery, but most importantly some fresh air.
"Hiya, Fox. Let's go for a walk."
He really only got the opportunity to look up at her, just as she grabbed at his arm and forcefully pulled him off the stool. Miukei took her leave from the tavern with him at her side and out onto the ships deck. The cool air over her flesh was refreshing, and her steps a bit wobbly but she was able to keep herself upright. Taking in the view of the night sky and listening in on the waves colliding over the ship she closed her eyes for a moment and felt so at ease.
"Oh this is so much better…" she whispered.
"Hey ah… grip. Loosen up?" he said.
Miukei paid him no attention as she walked on and around a corner passed a set of hanging life-boats. She was still with a glass in hand, a half full martini which she downed in one go and tossed the glass aside which smashed over the deck.
"Over there," the vampire pointed. "That's the perfect spot."
She repeated pulling him along, but he didn't fight her off. As they came up on a railing and with his back against it. The vampire situated herself in front of him, but with her hands resting over his hips while she spun her backside up against him; her knees bending as she moved up and down, dancing over him.
"What do you think?" she looked back at him over her shoulder. "I'm a natural at this, aren't I?"
There was no answer from him, and nor did he look her in the face. Nibbling down he held back a mounting itch within him. When she stopped and pulled back, Batwing breathed a sigh of relief watching her sit on knee and looking outward at the ocean. He too lowered himself and was seated over the deck with his eyes glued over the waves.
"Such a great view, I like," she murmured.
And from the corner of her eye she looked his way and mostly regarded his attire. He was dressed in his gear, excluding the helmet/mask.
"We aren't in battle, you know. You should take that thing off, makes me uncomfortable just looking."
Her words were coming out in slurs, but Luke had no troubles understanding. Nothing was said for a while, as they just stayed like that and looking on. Everything looked so impeccable from this spot, the sky, clouds and most of all the ocean with the moon's light gleaming so vividly over it. Water was the most dangerous natural element to a vampire's being, but much like the other worldly creations she could stare at it for hours.
"What will you do?" her voice was a muffled.
Turning his head ever so slightly, Luke looked at her.
"Come again?"
"When you return, I mean. What will you do? After all this, a life altering experience."
Nodding his head and taking a deep breath, Luke repositioned somewhat.
"For any normal person. They might be scarred. Traumatized and maybe even anxiety… but me, no. The days exhausted here have just been more time in this crazy world as I know it. And as for what I'll do when the time comes. Business as usual, I'll go back to my life as it was and apply bits of what I scrapped up here to my daily trials. My life isn't conventional, I mean what is considered such in the world of humans as you like to call it."
She found the account rather curious and moved closer beside him.
"Hhhmm and just what line of work are you in?"
"A little bit of everything," he shrugged and looking upward. "One thing in daylight and what you see here after nightfall. Vigilante stuff. I've been face to face with the worst of them, rapists, serial killers… you name it. More times than I'd like to admit."
The vampire tittered as she looked him up and down.
"I dunno, sort of pegged you for military. Your armor, insight of weaponry and implementation on the open field. So I guess the inquiry is, where and how does such an individual as yourself get his hands on such equipment and with such knowledge? Born into riches?"
"Not wholly, I've been working up my own corporation from the bottom up. There's a little bit of military training there, yeah."
"And has it flourished?" she asked.
"So far, yes. But it's all about longevity and gaining experience; learning from botches and how to improve from them. But with all the time that I've been away, who knows how the conditions might have changed. For better or worse."
"Yur right."
The vampire moved in closer beside him as they were then shoulder to shoulder until she then leaned her head over his shoulder. He had seen this before and knew exactly what she was up to. Talk sweet, butter him up and then go in for a taste of his blood.
"It really is a splendid night, the gust and stratosphere are just so tremendous. And you, oh you look so cute… right now."
Luke halfway laughed, listening to the garble in her words.
"Too much booze can have a bad effect," he said but looking outward over the sea.
"I had only but a few shots, I'ma sober," her lips brushed against his ear and he felt the hairs on his back stand.
Her breath glided over the skin on his neck and caused the hairs on his back to stand and he could also smell the alcohol in her breath. She could try and convince herself that she wasn't and tell him the same, but it wouldn't mean that it was true.
"Fox, do you," her voice wandered as she turned and looked at him. "Wanna to… a kiss me?"
The inquiry did nothing to change his stance, seeing it as a rhetorical question rather than a statement to be taken serious. Some of what she said and did had been over the top and this was no different. Luke shifted his body and facing himself towards her as he looked into her blood rose colored eyes and just before he opened his mouth to respond the vampire had jumped into his lap with her arms wrapped around his neck. Miukei pulled his face down towards hers and her eyes closing. He braced himself for the piercing of her fangs into either side of his neck but instead he got something else, and his heart erupting at the sensation of her lips pressing so supple against his as they kissed and his eyes wide! The vampire griped as she mushed her lips against his and deepened the kiss but in full panic he broke away.
"What's wrong?" she asked with a twisted, yet ruthless and fulfilled grin.
"I uhm," Luke thought of something quick off the top of his mind. "Think I heard someone."
"It's all in your imagination," she wrapped her hands around his face and forced him to look back at her. "Now let's do it again, but this time with tongue."
Eyes enlarging and his heart whipping twice the rate, Luke shivered under his skin knowing he needed to find a way out of this ASAP. There was still very much about her he was sure he didn't know, but what from what he did if this were to go any further. She was heavily under the influence, Suzzco going off more than enough times about her revulsion for humans other than their blood, so there was no way out of the blue she'd be trying to get romantic. When she came to her senses after what was likely to be a lingering hangover, considering she remembered any of what might happen, he was almost positive she'd kill him… literally. But then came his saving grace, a loud thump which was then followed by similar sounds as the vampire hopped up and dusted herself. It turned out to be two of the maintenance persons that went through protocol, checking sections to the ship. One came into view from around the corner passed the life boats.
"Miukei," Luke cleared his throat as he stepped back and away from the railing. "Calling it a night… see you around."
He immediately jogged off without looking back and the entire exchange discomfited, but that didn't matter knowing he needed to get out of there quickly as he could. She didn't follow after him and he breathed a sigh of relief. On the outside she was a beauty, but in reality she was a monster of great viciousness and power, and one wrong step could mean his end. Walking along he didn't once look back, and still shocked he kissed with the vampire! shiver mushed sensation excellent ideal shock provoked Bottom of Form
XXX
During and after his interrogation, the werewolf coughed up a small flash drive with detailed operations of Daizo. But nothing that gave his exact whereabouts, but it was a start. Robin was the first to take off, getting a head start to the cave and with the mission over Haiji too was off and returning to the monster realm, but not first before an extended conversation with both Tsukune and the caped crusader. That left Yokai Academy's head chairman and Batman. In most instances Tsukune would have broken off and went his own separate way, but in the case of this not so much. Daizo had attacked his academy and the vampire badly wanted to see what was on the drive. With his arms folded Tsukune sat in the backseat of the bat plane, as they flew over Gotham and ejected over a rooftop. It was a short plane ride from New Jersey. The vampire clapped and rubbed his hands together.
"Well at least tonight wasn't a complete waste. Daizo controls a small gang consisting of werewolves just outside the borders of Gotham. Getting inside that circle would be the tricky part."
They walked along passed a pool and inside through a sliding glass door.
"More so than finding him, I want to know what Daizo was after beneath the academy. To go to such lengths in broad daylight, and he gave off a certain vibe."
"How so?" Batman somewhat looked his way.
"Just a feeling, like he wasn't really in control. Like he was being ordered by someone else and if that turns out true, than who?"
That very question sat in the back of Tsukune's mind since the day the academy was infiltrated. By then they turned a corner and came up on visible elevator doors as the wall was still out of place and in the press of a button they stepped through. And from there they descended to the basement level. Both felt and sensed the Dark Lord's energy but there was another; she wasn't alone. Batman was out front as they progressed down the hall and the one reaching for the doorknob and pulling it open.
"Welcome Bruce, we've been waiting. Tsukune… this is a surprise," Akasha's cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
"Hiya. Which do you prefer, nurse or a maid?" Morrigan asked seductively.
"Morrigan, Akasha-san!" Tsukune felt he might explode.
Opposite of him Batman face palmed with his head lowered and not long after that Tsukune bled from his nose, falling backwards. Akasha right away jumped from the sofa and was to his side.
"Tsukune!" she tugged at him and his eyes dazed. "Are you alright?"
The succubus slowly rose from the sofa.
"Oh, don't worry about him," she flicked her wrist. "He's just overwhelmed with seeing so much sexiness in one place so suddenly. He'll be fine."
Morrigan eyed Tsukune as she took two steps forward and her chest bouncing up and down while she winked at him as a way of teasing. Tsukune bit over his tongue and felt he might have another nose bleed and Batman standing off to the side with his arms crossed. Why they were dressed like that, he didn't know and nor did he care to ask.
"What was so urgent you wanted to meet?" the crusader looked to Akasha specifically.
The pinkette backed away from Tsukune and standing. His blood boiled even more as he got an even better view of her outfit.
"Akasha-san," Tsukune mumbled her name with a gulp. "What's with the skimpy outfits?"
Morrigan giggled at the question and looked to tease further as she danced in place, twirling her body around.
"Damn it…" Tsukune uttered.
A frown from Akasha stopped the succubus in her tracks.
"You're such a party pooper," the succubus stuck out her lower lip.
Clearing his throat, Batman took a step forward.
"I'll ask once more. Why did you want to meet?" his eyes over Akasha mostly.
With her hands behind her back the Dark Lord looked in the direction of Tsukune and then back at the masked vigilante.
"Fairy Tale struck and have attained another Chirismoy shell, eight dead. But that isn't why I called. One of your allies showed late in the battle, and according to eye witnesses she tipped the scale in the corner of my brother and his forces. Zatanna Zatara, she was traveling with Yukari. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"
She couldn't see his face passed the cowl, and even if she could he had put on one of his better poker faces. The meeting between Zatanna and Yukari, sure. But the time and place? No. But in the monster realm and fighting against Fairy Tale; that was a surprise, even for him.
"I don't," his tone standard. "Have you tried speaking with…"
"Yukari," Akasha cut him off shaking her head. "Not yet. I wanted to touch basis with you first."
"And what made you think I'd know anything about that? I'm not connected at the hip with any of the league. We've got our own personal lives and operations away from the team. It could be nothing but coincidence… I'll have a word with Zatanna when I get the chance," Batman replied.
"There was an attack by Fairy Tale?!" Tsukune sounded just as surprised. "What! Why haven't I heard about this?!"
Akasha sighed and running a hand over her side.
"You didn't know?" she looked to him while repositioning her body. "I had a brief conversation with Fafnir following a congregation called by father, and supposedly San sent out a distress call that both you and Moka should have received. Why, is the one hundred dollar question? Where were you last night?"
"Well you see, Moka-san and I were…" Tsukune's voice drifted as he thought back to their night out.
Distress call or not, it would have been difficult for anyone to reach them.
"In that case, I'll just have to swing by and have a little face time with her. And just a heads up, father will be making a round soon to check up on you… and he wants to meet with the league again. Given recent events, it needs to happen," Akasha directed at Batman.
The caped crusader was with a nod, just before he turned and looked to Tsukune.
"Let's go."
"Where to?" Tsukune asked.
"The cave. We're going to have a look at what's on the drive," he eyed both Akasha and Morrigan. "I'll keep you posted on any essential updates myself or the league comes by."
"Yes and thanks for these," Akasha took to a nearby table and with a folder in hand. "It should come in handy for our other business."
"Other business," Tsukune's eyes contracted as he stared at the Dark Lord. "What other business?"
"Hiklorhan affairs, you needn't concern yourself with. But if interested I'll tell you all about it later," Akasha beamed.
And just like that Batman was out of the doors with Tsukune following, but gave both Morrigan and Akasha one last look before his departure. A snicker escaped Morrigan's lips just as he passed.
"…"
"Poor little Aono, might need a cold shower after this," she again laughed.
The Dark Lord simply rolled her eyes and recovered her heels across the room.
"Don't tell me the little Bloodriver is butt hurt that I ruined her chance at getting a little action," the succubi taunted. "Tsukune was with him. You were already out of luck, dear."
"I'm going to see Yukari. You want to come with?" Akasha looked back at her.
From the roof a little over a minute later, the combo of Tsukune and Batman dropped into the batmobile and were on their way. And the whole time Tsukune couldn't stop thinking about what he'd seen. Come to think of it, the Dark Lord messaged Wayne. It begged to question, what might have happened had he not been there? Sure, they had a relationship in the past but that was years ago and just weeks back Akasha was engaged to another man. Did this whole thing have something to do with that? And then there was Morrigan… were they going to take him at the same time?! No, no! Tsukune immediately shook the notion off, Akasha wasn't that way. Hell, why was he even thinking about this? It really wasn't his business. Still, he could barely get the image of his mother in law clothed in such an indelicate garb.
"Stay focused. You're dousing off," Batman said, but his eyes on the road.
Could he read his mind? Did he know exactly what he was thinking?! The headmaster of Yokai academy swallowed back, but eased himself in and disbanded all thoughts.
"Yeah."
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