Chapter 4 - Why We Can't Have Nice Things

"First things first," Kirigaya said, flipping her hair elegantly. I caught the faint scent of vanilla perfume, which happened to be my favorite scent. Unfortunately, my body responded in the most inappropriate manner, and I stiffened.
 "Y-yes?" I single bead of sweat trickled down my forehead.

 Kirigaya slid open the door of the classroom and headed out the hallway. I followed closely behind her, Sachiko also trailing along. "If you're going to be here, you need a visitor's pass."

"I'm not going to be here too long, am I?"

"You might be." The girl led me down a flight of stairs and at the end of the last hallway near the entrance, she turned and entered a room that read "student council office."

I did not expect what I was currently seeing right now. It wasn't really an office, it looked more like a scene from a bar reserved for Yakuza. It was a rather large, dark room, and reeked of cigarettes. In one area there was a pool table, with two, ragged men playing and in another area there was a poker match going on as well as a bar. At the end of the room was an old wooden desk with a chair facing away from us.

"Uh..."

"Well? Go ahead and speak to the principal for a visitor's pass," Kirigaya said impatiently.

"Is this for real?"

"Just go!" She pushed me forward, sending me halfway across the room. All the men in the room stopped what they were doing and turned to look at me. I could hear my heart pounding through my ears.

Sachiko floated by my side and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. She smiled. "You can do this, Aki-chan."

Her words somehow boosted my confidence and I strode towards the desk with a spring in my step. I cleared my throat. I could feel all eyes on me.The leather chair swung to face me and in it was a middle-aged, balding man in a black business suit. He definitely looked like he was part of the mafia, if not its leader.

"Do you have business here?" he asked in a gruff, serious voice.

All the bravery I just had disappeared. I wasn't sure what to say or what I really even came here for. I struggled to find the right words. "Ah, I um... I need a visitor's pass."

"Really, huh? You need one? Is it necessary for you to live? Will you die without one?"

"Er, no I just figured I need a pass since I'm not a student here."

"Oh? And what school are you from, girlie?"

"North Fukuoka."

Everyone but Kirigaya laughed hysterically. What the hell is their problem?!

"How pathetic!" he laughed. "Little runt like you coming from a rundown school like that to visit Kantokan? You really are a joke."

"Well... I mean, I thought... I didn't think Kantokan would be this shitty either!" I blurted. Everyone fell silent. I continued, "every newspaper I read talked about how great and prestigious Kantokan was... but I was nearly beaten to death upon arriving here! And now it looks like there are Yakuza in the principal's office!" I can't believed I just said all that.

I heard footsteps coming up behind me quickly and a firm hand squeezed itself around my arm.

"Idiot," Kirigaya hissed under her breath.

"Calm down, sweetheart," the principal suddenly said. she didn't loosen her hold on me but the man looked like he was smiling, but this time out of amusement and not contempt. "You're absolutely right, kid. We aren't what everyone says we are to be. You wanna know why everyone says that? It's 'cause we're Yakuza. And that means things go our way."

The men behind chuckled and murmured amongst themselves.

"Ever wondered how Shuyukan burned down all those years ago? That was us, baby. We can't have competition, see."

"Between schools?"

"That's right. The thing is, we're a pretty rundown Yakuza clan 'cus we branched off of a main family that was a bit too noisy with their right-wing bullshit. So we ain't got as much funding. I'll admit that. We still need to make money, though. What better way to make easy money without getting our hands dirty than by taking over a school?"

"Schools don't make that much money..." do they?

"Private schools do. You have any idea what tuition costs here? What we do is 'persuade' people into saying our school is excellent, Kantokan'll get good reviews, and more people will want to pay to attend here. They may not get exactly what they paid for, but it's not like they can leave. The rules 'round here are enforced solely by student council president, otherwise known as my niece, Shichi-chan." He sniggered at her, to which she scowled. I see the shitty attitude must run in the family.

"I told you not to call me that, uncle."

"Couldn't help it sweetheart. Now, I'll only give you a visitor's pass with her approval. That alright with you, princess?"

"Yes."

"Alright then. Name?"

“Matsumoto Aki.”

He reached into the drawer again and pulled out a dusty, laminated card that read "Fukuoka Prefectural Kantokan High School - Visitor." I grabbed it and went to attach it to my jacket, but hesitated when I realized my entire front was soaked in blood.

"Um, do you have a change of clothes?"

"Clothes? We might have some spare uniforms lying around somewhere..."

He checked the rest of his drawers, which seemed endless, until a man behind me yelled, "here boss!" The principal sat up and caught the bundle of clothes in both his hands.

"Here ya go," he said, passing them to me. I grabbed the gakuran. "Since you seem to have the approval of my niece, feel free to call me Uncle Kirigaya."

"'Kay..." He dismissed us and I walked out, the me in the room resuming their activities.

"I bet you'll look handsome in a gakuran, Aki-chan," Sachiko said behind me, rubbing up her breasts along my back. The little guy in my pants twitched.

Kirigaya leaned against the wall. "Go ahead and change. I'll be waiting outside."

"Where's the girl's bathroom?"

"Doesn't really make a difference if it's the girl's or boy's restroom, does it?"

"Rude." I found the girls bathroom anyway and went in to change.

As I was changing in a stall, I came upon a slight problem-- that my boner was not as easily concealed in the gakuran pants as it was in my joggers.

I tried to decide between tucking it under my belt and bearing with it the rest of the day or getting myself off right now. Sure, it would give me very much needed relief, but for how long? Being in heat, my urges can spring up as quickly as just thirty minutes after release. Plus, I didn't want to keep Kirigaya waiting. In the end, the urge to get off was too much.

I sighed and unzipped my pants. I pulled out my solid member, feeling it pulsate in my palm. I licked my lips in anticipation and began to stroke myself slowly. I imagined myself receiving a handjob by this girl I had been crushing on for a while-- a small, cute girl who looked just like... a kid.

Momoko?!

Why was I thinking of her?! I couldn't help it though, I rubbed myself faster as I imagined myself on top of her, hearing her cry as I took away her innocence... dammit, what was wrong with me?!

I came very quickly, a jet of cum shooting out of my penis while I moaned in perverse pleasure. I took a step back and hit my back against the stall's door, my body moving on its own volition.I opened my eyes and found the toilet covered with my own fluids. I ripped off some toilet paper and cleaned it up.

When I went to open the door, I nearly jumped back when I suddenly saw Sachiko standing right in front of me. She had an eyebrow raised and her hands on her hips.

"Hey."

"Did you hear that?"

"Everything. Did you think I wouldn't be watching?"

"Can't you just leave me alone?" I complained, seriously annoyed but above all else embarrassed. My entire face felt warm. "I should be able to masturbate in privacy at the very least."

"Oh, quit being a prude. You know, I was very impressed," she said with a sly grin. She walked up to me and grabbed my chin in between her fingers. "Not only are you impressive in size, but the volume of your load looked promising. I seriously can't wait to try it out."

I wasn't able to get hard again quite yet, but if I was, I would've been solid as steel. The way she said those words, her soft voice, her sweet smell... and dear God, those luscious breasts that were pressed up against me. I swallowed. "Kurebayashi..."

"Sachiko," she corrected.

"Sa-Sachiko... san."

"Close enough." Sachiko lowered her hand and rested it upon the center of my chest. "You're so cute, Aki-chan. Absolutely adorable." She spun around and headed out the bathroom, but not before mentioning, "by the way, you look great in gakuran."

I shook my head. What just happened? I steadied my breathing and went to wash my hands at the sink. After a bit of some freshening up, I exited the restroom and found Kirigaya at the same place she was before, still waiting.

"Took you long enough."

"Sorry. Some things happened."

"Whatever. Come with me and I'll walk you around the school while I tell you what you need to know to help me."

"'Kay." I strode over to her side and we walked down the hall.

"I'm a half-demon from my mother's side. Like the rest of us, you're probably an orphan."

"Yup."

"My mother is Kiyohime. She's a woman who becomes a serpent when she is enraged at her lover. You can probably guess why I have no father."

"Sorry to hear that."

"I don't need your sympathy, you sack of garbage. Anyway, apparently she isn't satisfied with just finishing off her lover. The past few months, the bitch has been trying to get her grubby little hands on me since she wants to obliterate every last trace of her past boyfriend. Which is me and my little sister."

"A sister? How old is she?"

"Thirteen. Second year of middle school."

"So I assume you want me to kill your mother?" She abruptly stopped when we passed a classroom in session and all the students, including the teacher, stood from their seats and bowed respectfully at her.

"At ease!" she yelled with authority. The students sat back down and the teacher resumed the lesson. We headed downstairs. "No. She's already dead. You see, using my knowledge of the supernatural I found a way to kill her myself. Well, not exactly. I'm only half-demon, so I'm not powerful enough to take on my mother. So I evoked an Inugami."

"Those dog things, right?"

"You at least got the dog part correct. An Inugami is an anthropomorphic dog-like Youkai created by a cruel and inhumane process. I took my father's dog from his old abandoned house and buried it in the ground up to its neck. Afterwards, I placed a bowl full of food near it, but it was just at a distance that it couldn't reach it. After a few days, as it died a slow, tortured death, I cut off its head and stuffed it under the street's concrete downtown."

"That's downright animal abuse. Do you not care about living things? Like, at all? 'Cause you don't seem to treat humans any better."

She grinned. "Like I care. Anyhow, after about a week or two, I retrieved the severed mutt's head and put it in a shrine I had prepared for months. I evoked its spirit, and successfully created an Inugami."

"Go on." Kirigaya stopped walking and sat cross-legged on the floor near the entrance to the gym. I wasn't sure whether or not I should've tried joining her, so I stood standing.

"I was naive. The man who taught me how to summon an Inugami told me that they were dangerous, that they can cause trouble for the evoker as well, but I was too focused on getting rid of my mother to listen. I ordered the Inugami to murder her, and so it did. She's completely gone now. But just like the man said, Inugami are too consumed in their own rage and desire for revenge that it broke free of my control and now it's after my own life and my sister's. I'm back to where I had started."

I didn't say anything for a while and simply took it all in.  So the girl's just trying to protect herself and her sister. She's just like everybody else, someone who has a duty to protect their family. Guess she isn't as bad as I thought she was, after all. "Do you know where it is? How we can kill it?"

"The last I saw it it had assumed a human form to blend in. I made some conclusions based on recent events that had occurred this past month and it seems it has become the girlfriend of the top student in Kendo club."

It just had to be the Kendo club. "Really now."

"I hate asking anybody for help with my personal problems, but since you don't know me and seem more competent than all the mindless drones of this school, I'll have you take care of my shit. Plus, I have something you need so you'll help me regardless."

"Unfortunately."

"Obviously, I have a terrible personality. I use people to get what I want. If I didn't practically run this school, I wouldn't have half the respect I do now. I don't even have friends." She hugged her knees close to her body.

"Well... maybe you should try to make yourself likable."

“And how would I go about doing that, Takoyaki?"

"Be nice...?"

"Not a chance."

"Actually help people?"

"Quit joking."

"I got nothing.”

“...what kind of person do you think I am, Takoyaki-kun?”

“Um… I think you're a decent human being."

She looked at me with disbelief. "You're lying, aren't you?"

"I'm not, I really think so."

"Why, then?"

"You have a heart, I guess... not everyone would be willing to go that far out of their way to save their sister like that."

I felt Kirigaya's eyes search me for any indication I may be lying.

"That... and you're kinda pretty." I scratched my neck out of nervousness and felt my body heat up. Kirigaya gave me a quizzical look.

"You think I'm... what?"

"I... think you're really pretty. A-and you smell good." Aki, get a hold of yourself!

I'm not sure how it happened, but now my head was underwater, toilet water to be specific, and I was on the verge of drowning in it. My hair was pulled back and I took in a huge gulp of air, my lungs hurting from the strain. I coughed on the dirty fluids in my throat, glad it seemed to finally be over.

Apparently, after my confession, Kirigaya dragged me into the bathroom and dunked my head in the toilet for a good thirty minutes (at least that's what it felt like).

"How could you even say that?!" Kirigaya snapped suddenly. "You, who are below me, telling me that I attract you?! Disgusting!" She delivered a powerful slap across my face, causing my head to hit the bathroom stall wall. It was nothing compared to my sore nostrils and nausea I was experiencing right now.

"I-I'm sorry... I didn't think you would get offended."

"You weren't thinking at all, were you? You... you filthy scum! All you oni are alike, sex-obsessed shemales!"

I blinked back lazily at her and could see her fist raised threateningly, but I could also see her face... an extremely deep shade of red.

"Aki-chan," Sachiko whispered in my ear next to me. "It looks like you've come across what gross otaku like you call 'tsundere.'"

"Tsundere?"

Kirigaya's foot slammed in between my legs, making me gasp out in pain. I slumped over and tears ran down my cheeks.

"Poor Aki-chan..."

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, CALLING ME, KIRIGAYA SHICHIROU, A TSUNDERE?!"

I sobbed and threw up a little at the same time. Why was this happening to me?

"Let's... let's just get back to the matter at hand, here! Get up and come with me so we can go to the Kendo Club!"

I groaned. I was in no shape to get up right now.

"Why you little piece of..." I felt her hand graze my crotch and out of the blue I was yanked up... by my penis.

"Ki-Kirigaya-sama," I pleaded weakly.

"Enough! Let's go already!" She pulled me forward and had us go back to the gym's doors again. If it wasn't for Sachiko helping me stand upright a bit I would've collapsed.

Thankfully it seemed my 'wounds' were healing so by the time we reached our destination I was only slightly sore. However, with her hand wrapped around my manhood...

Kirigaya gave me a disbelieving look. And she was blushing again. "P-pervert! Are you actually getting hard?!" I yelped out when she twisted my erection.

"I couldn't help it..."

"You worthless oni!" she shouted, still blushing. I was initially annoyed, but how could I stay mad when she's acting adorable like that? She let go of me and ignored me the rest of the way to the gym. From behind her though, I was able to see her pink ears.When we arrived and placed her hand on the handle, she composed herself and took a breath. "Don't fuck this up."

"What exactly do you plan on doing?"

"Just follow my lead. Let's make it clear: everyone in this school respects me. They have no choice. The Kendo Club is no different, but we aren't on good terms. So shut that stupid little mouth of yours and let me do the talking."

"Yes ma'am."

She opened the door and the sound of yelling and stomping took me by surprise. In the gym were around maybe 20 students in Kendo armor fighting each other with their practice swords. I kept my place at the entrance to avoid getting run into.

"ATTENTION!" Kirigaya yelled at the top of her lungs. It took a few seconds for the fighting to settle down and all bowed before their great President. All, but one.

"Oi, Shichi," a female voice called at the end of the room. "The hell do you think you're doing, interrupting our session?" A considerably tall figure clad in armor walked forward and came face to face with Kirigaya. She removed her helmet, revealing a rough-looking girl with short, purple hair.

"I'm the President," Kirigaya snarled back. "I can do whatever the fuck I want."

"Oh? Then what brings you here?" She directed her sharp, piercing gaze at me. "And what's with this little shit over here? Finally got a new girlfriend?" The way her voice was laced with venom told me these two definitely had a history. And 'new' girlfriend?

Kirigaya clenched her fists. She had a hard time containing her anger, it seemed. "No. She's here to help me kill yours."

The other girl began to laugh uncontrollably while the rest of the room was dead silent. Where were the teachers?

"Those two look just about ready to tear at each other's throats," Sachiko commented. I glanced to my side, where she had appeared out of nowhere. I was getting pretty used to this.

I didn't respond, since even a whisper would probably be heard by everyone, so I patiently waited for them to do something.

"Still hilarious as ever, eh, Shichi?" the purple haired girl breathed, wiping away a tear. "Since you gave me a good laugh, I'll give you a choice: get out now, or I'll rape you in front of the entire Kendo Club."

There were barely concealed fits of laughter coming from the crowd behind her. The girl in armor wore a smug smile and bared her teeth at her. Sharp teeth, I noted... a lot like mine. And those golden eyes. There was no mistaking, this girl was an oni.

"You'll pay for everything you've done to me, Yuzuki."

"Hoho? How cute."

"I swear it. I challenge your girlfriend to a Kendo match."

"A match? You don't know the basics of Kendo."

"I don't care. I'm confident that I can win if she's fighting along with me." Kirigaya grabbed my arm. Wait, what?

"Fine then. It'll be amusing to watch you lose anyway. When you lose, you get to spend the night with me. And I mean all night." She smiled lasciviously. 

Her grip tightened painfully around my arm. "If I win, I'll have this club disbanded."

There were soon cries of outrage among the club members. "She can't just do that!"

"What other club are we supposed to go to?!"

"Kendo is life!"

"Kendo is love!"

"Do something, Shigure-senpai!"

"Quiet down already!" she commanded. "It's not like this bitch and her little pet can win against Manami even if they tried."

"Your girlfriend will be lying in a pool of blood by the time we're done with her," Kirigaya growled. We?

Shigure furrowed her eyebrows at her, thrust her arm forward, and tangled her fingers in Kirigaya's perfect hair. The President nearly tripped as she was forcibly pulled forward so that her ear was against Shigure's lips.

Shigure stared back at me expressionless as she said, from what I could hear, "and you'll be lying broken on the ground in my cum and piss by the time I'm finished with you tonight." She then shoved Kirigaya away and I barely caught her. "Don't get fucking cocky, Shichi. You'll only regret it."

"Is it time for the match to start already?" another voice said, a shaggy girl with light, blonde hair and in armor as well coming up from the crowd. She had a shinai in her hands and seemed rather eager.

"May as well," Shigure replied, shrugging her shoulders. "Get your asses in the bleachers! We've got ourselves a match!" The other members cheered and hurriedly scurried over to their wooden seats. Shigure threw us two heavy pieces of Kendo armor. Hold up, what was going on?

"Get yourself ready," Kirigaya said.

"Wait, I'm entering an actual Kendo match?!"

"We are." Hurry up so we can get it started."

"B-but!"

"Put on the armor, or I'll shove my fist up your urethra."

My pulse steadily climbing, I donned on the armor and put on the helmet. How did people see through these?

Once Shigure saw that we were ready, she rummaged through a storage room at the other side of the room and came back with three... katanas?!

"Hold on, shouldn't we be using bamboo swords?"

"By our rules, it's not a real match if no one gets killed. You three will be fighting to the death." I took the sword with trembling fingers and even Kirigaya looked a bit uneasy. On the other hand, Manami took it like she was being handed a teddy bear.

"My favorite method of murder!" she squealed happily. "This is gonna be fun!"

I could almost see her tail wagging in excitement.
 