Betcha Didn't Know Madness Lived Here! [Private]

[Toraono Michino]

Tama’s bi-colored eyes kept fixed on the screen as he tried to distract his brain and focus on the food. The smell of the meat pie wafted into the air as he lifted a piece with the knife and placed it on a plate. The knife went to dig into another piece that missed and nicked his finger instead when he felt Okibi’s hair on his ear. A shudder went deep down his spin as the wound didn’t even bleed before healing back up. Then there was the question, a question that he had somewhat dreaded to be asked but knew that someday it would be asked; she was far smarter than most had given the Wild Child credit for.

The metal finger replacing the hair actually caused him to gasp a little and pull his head away for fear of the blood in his head rushing other places. Taking a deep breath he turned his eyes to look at her red orbs of curiosity and realized just how honest the question really was despite the way she was messing with him just to ask it. He released it slowly before turning his eyes away in a short of shame and begin to speak, trying to put into words for the first time his phobia involving women,
“Well…to be honest you’re the only girl who’s hair I have ever touched. You’re the first girl I’ve touched period. I have this…strange fear and…fascination with you. You see, all my life I’ve had very scary women haunting me. My mother was a real piece of work with the way she drove me in my studies…then there was that super scary assassin chick I hired to be my bodyguard for a little while – mostly just to keep her from turning on me…<i></i>” His hands were in his lap nervously rubbing each other, “…and well, when you see the gender you already have a nature fearful respect of snap someone’s neck like it was nothing it turns onto a full frontal horror. I’m honest to Kami terrified of women and everything about them….but then there is you. You were the first and only female I’ve met that…I…well, wanted to know. You’re the only one who was there for me when my mother died and that meant a lot to me on a level that went deeper than my fear.<i></i>”

He turned his eyes up to look back at her squarely and felt his heart race again as he looked at her face,
“I’m trying…trying not to be afraid of you because you’re the only person I trust, Okibi, male or female. I want to be able to have that same inner strength that you have around me to conquer your fears as a thing of the past…to live in today and look at tomorrow with a grin on my face instead of the bleak scheduled routine that every day is…<i></i>” he turned his face away again, the flesh just as red as ever, “S-sorry, I’m rambling again.<i></i>” he said quietly as he tried to focus back on cutting himself a slice of food while trying to calm the heart he was just so sure was about to explode any second.

Wasn’t easy to talk about your fears with the thing you fear.

 

[Okibi]

As Okibi listened to Tama's tale/explanation, she took in the ruddy hue of his cheeks, and grinned. Just a few hours ago she had as much a problem controlling that reaction, and she couldnt be thankful enough that something had snapped within her. Whatever had been holding her old self back was well and truly gone. And, as Tama regaled her with the women that had brought him to fear the fairer sex so much, her grin became just a little nervous. Thank the sands that he didnt know about the time she'd pretty much mangled Sousuke; tossed him through a window and into a fence she had, which had ended up breaking multiple bones in his body as well as skewering parts of him on the large nails that had become exposed.

Yeah, he really didnt need to know about that incident. It wasnt like she was trying to hurt her guardian that badly! It just happened! And she'd felt incredibly bad afterwards . . . that meant something right?

And then her eyebrows shot up and her chin fell out of the hand that had been propped up on the coffee table, holding her head aloft as she tried her best not to zone out on him. He was bearing his soul to her after all; no way she could let her mind wander off like normal just because he was getting a little long winded. But, the way he started to talk about her like she was different caught her by surprise, and fully drew in her attention. She knew she meant something to him yes, but to be held in a higher regard than even his mother (at least that what she thought he was saying)? That damn well shook her down to her core.

And then he turned and looked at her again, and that damned warmness snuck into her cheeks. Okibi quickly looked away, not wanting him to see the pinkness on her face. Just because she was getting the answers she wanted from him didnt mean she'd given up on her plan! Now that she knew why he was afraid of her sometimes, next there needed to come the rehabilitation. That couldnt happen if he saw what kind of affect his words were having on her.

Once she'd gotten her cheeks to cool down again, and Tama had ended his confession, Okibi turned back around and just watched him for a moment. As she did this, she thought about all the knowledge that her friend had just armed her with. He feared women because he had some bad experiences with a few. She could understand that; she'd been well and thoroughly afraid of any human contact for a while after what she'd gone through; males in particularly were harder to deal with though. Even then, after many months of rehab and healing, the thought of what those men did to her over the course of a year made her sick to her stomach. But she drew back her gag reflex. This wasnt about her anymore, it was about Tama, and his need for reassurance from her.

Smiling softly, genuinely, she inched closer to him and wrapped her arms around him in a gentle hug, mostly from behind. There was nothing untowards about it - just a friend holding a friend. She rested her cheek on the back of his firm shoulder and closed her eyes as she just let her touch sink in; let him gather his wits if his nerves became a little rattled because of her actions just after he bore himself like that. She sighed softly and sank further against his back. "You trust me Tama? More than anybody? Then you know I would never hurt you." She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder in an affectionate manner, and then stopped, as her eyes inched open. She coughed nervously. "On purpose, anyway . . . too badly."

She drew away from him all of a sudden, and rested one hand on his arm and the other on his back. She laughed in an obvious attempt to make light of the situation and pat him firmly with both hands. "You know how short my tempter is. So . . . I cant really be held accountable for what happens when I lose it!" She looked away then, her lips inching down in a pout. "Sogay only ended up needing a cast or two that one time . . ." She seemed to realize what she just said out loud and laughed again to cover it, turning it into a joke as she pulled away completely.

She needed to turn this whole thing around, that she did. Letting some coy slip into her smile, she placed her hands on her folded legs and leaned forward, giving Tama a good view of her half exposed chest. She might not have been as well endowed as some women of the village, but she was a good handful - she knew! She'd tested them herself. After coming back to the village and putting her weight back on, she'd filled into the feminine curves that were the trademark of her gender. She was a little more on the lean side, but that was because she used her body more often than not. Physical combat had always been her forte, after all.

"So, why is it exactly that I'm different Tami? Am I not woman enough for you? I will have you know that I am every bit a female as the next-" Her sentence abruptly ended as she moved to stand up, just for effect. Her leg brushed too closely against the coffee table, snagged the edge of her towel between her thigh and the wood. The towel fell away from her body as she got to her feet, and Okibi looked down at herself - her very naked self - with surprise. Honestly, she hadnt been intending for that to happen.

But damn if it didnt work out perfectly.

Her lips inched up just a little bit more, turning her smile entirely catty. "Oops." She chimed, not sounding at all ashamed or contrite about the happenstance. She was trying to tell him that she was very much female, after all, even though she knew full and well that he already knew that. There was no denying it, as she stood there naked as the day she was born, that she was blatantly female.

And so Tama's rehabilitation began!

 

[Toraono Michino]

Ha-hah! Small victory! Okibi blushed too from hearing his words. Despite ending the conversation quickly and turning his head away to work back on food the scientist couldn’t help but get a little cocky grin on his face, though it was only a half smile. It had felt really good to unload on his friend like that as he hadn’t really had anyone he could talk to personally in a really, really long time; a weight had been lifted if even just slightly.

It was then that he felt a sudden weight, though it wasn’t a lot, against his back and he froze up just for a second before he felt her arms around him. He was able to give in a little easier this time despite remembering that the only thing really between them was a towel, since the scientist had to take off what remained of his shirt after the explosion. It was still there but it was covered in…basically powdered green eggs and ham. He felt his head leaning itself back into the kindly warmth offered by his friend and his heart began to race again, but in a different speed, one born of something other than fear for a change.
Then she decided to mess with him once she let go. After getting his attention again she leaned in such a way that he could see down the towel a little and into her cleavage causing his face to redden just a bit harder as he tried to look up and way back up into her face to receive her questions and reassurance about not trying to hurt him.
Tama started to laugh. It started as a slow chuckle first that became a full on rolling laughter as she mentioned her anger issues. Of course he remembered that temper very well, as it was that same temper that caused him to hunger for actual food after so long…well not actually hungered so much as forced fed and then reminded that he was human after all.

Perhaps it was the laugh that triggered her next question when she began to ask him why she was so different then? It had absolutely nothing to do with what she looked like since the female form held little to no interest to him really. He could tell that she had grown into her feminine form a bit more since coming back home but she still remained boyish in both personality and in certain ways that she was shaped due to her previous combat training and attitude towards the way she lived. In all honesty her holding such a lithe and boyish body was an attraction for him since he still held an actual attraction to men, though it still wasn’t what made her different and attractive – it was the fact that she cared. That she wanted what he wanted for her – to be happy and full of life. It killed him to see her as she was when she came back and he was so happy that she was able to tap back into her old self even if it was just around him so far.
He turned his head up to look at her from the couch to explain why when the towel snagged the edge of the coffee table and the towel came loose displaying for him the first naked female he had ever seen outside of book. His breath caught in his throat once more as the female form was revealed to him in full splendor and a strange kind of panic went through his body as all of his skin turned red. Horomones that had been tormenting him lately due to the odd way his brain was devolping from the sudden skips in his age forced him to move his hands away from the knife and food to cover his lap as he tried to look away.

Of course he couldn’t. Even when he tried to close his eyes the image of his best friend nude was burned into his retinas and it wasn’t helping his problem that his hands were trying to hide as a bit of blood began to freely stream itself from his nose. Tama tried to stand up, felt his knees buckle from being lightheaded that made him sit back down so he grabbed the fallen towel and pressed it up to his nose as he looked Okibi in the eyes with a grin of mischief hidden down there. Dammit if she was gonna keep messing with him like this he would do the same,
“I’ve heard of shock theorpy, Okibi, but holy shit…you’re….umm…naked. I’m not exactly sure how to proceed except to say trust me it’s not just your body that I find attractive. Odd as that is since before you I’ve never had any attraction towards women or their bodies, but its more because your…you. I could look all over Sunagakure for another Okibi and never anyone even remotely close. If that explains anything…<i></i>”

He was trying so hard to not look at her nudity that he felt his body losing the will to keep from passing out from all this sudden exposure. He was taking it like a champ so far but had literally any other girl but her tried the scientist probably would of locked himself in his room for fear of some succubus attempt on his life.

 

[Okibi]

At first, Okibi was very satisfied with the reaction she got from Tama. He seemed thoroughly shocked into silence, and though he obviously seemed to want to get away from her - the being that was causing him undue stress - she was pleased, at least, that he didnt smell scared. In fact, that other scent she'd smelled earlier had amplified, and she found that breathing too much of it in was making her head fuzzy, and her skin tingly. She gave herself a small full body shake to get herself back into the right mindset. Couldnt have Tama thinking that he could affect her without even trying. She was the one doing the teasing, not him!

However, she failed to realize that shaking herself like that made certain parts of her . . . bounce. Not that it mattered; she was trying to push him to his limit right? What was a naked woman without a little wigglin and jiggin?

But, as soon as she'd got her wits about her again - damn her impressive nose - Tama did something she had not expected; he started to banter.

At least, she thought he was bantering, by the time he was finished talking she just felt . . . very endeared to him. If he was trying to tease her back, he hadnt done a very good job. All he'd succeeded in doing was making her feel just that much more special to him.

And it was making her cheeks do that stupid pinking thing again, only this time, other parts of her body that hadnt been quick so visible before joined in the party. Heat rushed everywhere, and Okibi was starting to think that she really was the one being toyed with. Did he realize how easily he affected her? Just thinking about it made her want to stomp a foot. She was naked in front a guy who was very important to her, vulnerable as she could be, so it wasnt incredibly surprising that he could achieve that but . . . dammit she was supposed to be in control!

Fighting back the blush that his words inspired, Okibi swept one of her braids over her shoulder and stepped in front of Tama where he sat on the couch. She leaned forward and place her right arm on the back of the couch, getting entirely all up into his business. She wrapped the braid around the back of his neck with her other hand and grabbed it with the right. She eased forward to sit on his lap, wiggling to make herself comfortable. While her right hand was busy pulling on her braid and wrapping it around her arm to draw him closer she tugged the towel he'd pick up from the floor away from his face and tossed it onto the couch beside them.

"You really shouldnt say things like that to me when Im naked Tami." She purred as she ran her flesh and blood hand up his naked chest "Or when you dont have a shirt on." then around his neck before trailing them forward along his jaw, using just enough pressure with her claws for the sensation to be noticeable. Her eyes became hooded as she pulled him even closer, and leaned in further so that she was just shy of touching his torso with her own. The heat that flowed off his body was almost . . . hypnotizing when mixed with the smell of him in his 'heightened' state. Damn if it wasnt messing with her mind all over again. If she wasnt careful, her teasing was going to turn into the real thing.

Maybe it was best to try to push him to his absolute limit before that could happen.

She tugged on her braid and combed her left hand through his hair, fisting some of it by the roots at the back of his head so she could force him closer. They were so close now that he would be able to feel her breath misting on his lips. "It makes me want to . . . pounce on you." She whispered, her lips just brushing his with her words.

Ah, he smelled too good so close up. She needed to back away.

So she pulled back a few inches, but she needed a reason for her retreat, or it would look like she was backing out!

Just then, she realized that something hard was pressing into her hip, and she glanced down to see what it was. Her eyebrows shot up when she saw the tell tale signs of Tama's . . . reaction. How had she not noticed that before? Looking back up, the catty smile returned to her face as she went in for the kill. "If that's bothering you . . . I can help you with it." then she licked her lips.

 

[Toraono Michino]

Was this really happening? This wasn’t a dream right? RIGHT!?

Nope, it was real. Not only did his plan to try and throw Okibi off her nude venture completely back fire but he was also witness to the Wild Child outsmarting him in a few short physical moves and words. It would be the first time that his brain wasn’t able to at least think of an escape route to get himself out of the situation, but then again it was probably because the male inside of his ambiguous self wanted to stay and be tormented. He had basically ignored every last sexual desire that had ever passed through his body due to there being no real “progression” that he could see.
Now because of Okibi he no longer saw the entire thing as a project to finish someday but as an actual ‘ultimate goal’ as most men were supposed to view such a conquest. The only problem was the fact that he was still only just starting to break out of that shell and the white braided girl was rushing him around that world right after breaking his little bubble of fear.

It was getting to be too much to handle.

Then, as if being naked and jiggle wasn’t enough, she actually climbed on top of him and straddled her naked body against his lap. He swore his eyes rolled back for a second as he felt the darkness starting to close in on him but for the love of everything he kept sacred he was going to try and see how far she was actually going to push this. Surely she wouldn’t actually do anything as he was blissfully unaware of how his scent effected her…well that was until her body came close enough in contact with him that a bit of her chakra was leeched off via his flesh.
The sudden smell of her desire assaulted him. She was fighting herself too but on a totally different level than he was and the sudden realization of that through scent that was the only thing keeping him from blacking out.
It was next to impossible, hell it was impossible, for Tama to keep his hands to himself as they seemed to lure themselves to her thighs. The heat from her body that was radiating between their chests was felt twice fold as both hands rested shaking against her outer thighs. He tried so desperately to remember everything he had studied about sex between humans and not mammals, cause there was a huge difference, but he kept drawing a blank the moment flesh began to touch flesh. Her lips were so close that he could breath in the warmth of their breath.

The movie in the background had gotten to the part where the assassin admitted his love for his master’s wife for the first time. They embraced each other as motivational music and their lips met to kiss with a passion that they had both been hiding from each other. As beautiful as that was it was nothing like what was going on in the living room that the two, might as well be teenagers, were conducting there on that couch.
Tama felt his breathing get a little heavy as she continued to use words that sounded suddenly like honey since his nose turned Inuzuka and the senses were literally being overwhelmed. He wanted to speak back, to use the language he mastered so well to return her words and have the same effects; instead his hands, still shaking, began to travel themselves up a little as she kept talking to him. That was until she pulled back and made a mention towards something rather embarrassing, less so given the situation, but still was, and licked her lips. He watched Okibi’s tongue glide over her lips for a second, used his imagination on what she might plan to do to ‘help’ him with his ‘problem’ and could no longer take it.

His brain finally went into full shutdown and his eyes rolled back into his head before he just straight passed out there on the couch with a naked girl in his lap. Somewhere in his unconscious mind he knew if anyone found out about this they would revoke what was left of his Man Card.

 

[Okibi]

The moment Tama was out for the count Okibi breathed a sigh of relief. She didnt realize that he had siphoned off her chakra and and gained her super sense of smell, and was surprised when she realized he'd actually been touching her. Her eyes roved over the large hands that had somehow ended up on her upper thighs, and she blushed just a little. Somehow . . . she didnt think it was good that she'd been so far gone that she hadnt even noticed that, second it couldnt be good not to notice that right? What if they'd actually been getting down to business? What fun would it be to not feel him touching her?

Shaking off those thoughts Okibi sat back on Tama's legs and breathed another sigh as she lifted his hands from her legs and held them between her palms in front of her face. She smiled gently at the comatose man, letting the light feelings that'd filled her up earlier come back. What was she going to do if he kept saying things like that to her? She was going to become as much a victim to his wiles as he apparently was to hers. Dammit if that thought didnt just make her smile more.

"Oh Tami," She said in a breathy voice; she was more out of sorts than she thought. Okibi brought his hands closer and rubbed them against her cheek affectionately. Too bad he wasnt awake.

She then set his hands down against his stomach and closed his eyes for him so that it looked like he was just sleeping. Then, letting herself get swept away in the moment, she leaned forward and placed a feather light kiss against his still warm cheek. Her smile turned mischievous as she pulled away, and it didnt matter that Tama wasnt awake to see it. Biting her lip, she sat back and just enjoyed the sight of him; he was a rather nice sight to behold without his shirt. Stacked with muscle and skin smooth and warm. The only thing marring it was the tattoo on his chest. Okibi reached out and traced a finger over the markings, thinking about the one that was forced . . . onto her . . . back.

Crap, Tama had seen it hadnt he?

Okibi quickly got off the young mans lap and fiddled with one of her braids nervously. Is that why his hands had stopped shaking? Had he been overcome by disgust when he saw it? She hated looking at the thing in the mirror - because sometimes she forced herself to look at it just to remind herself - it was so ugly, and putrid and hideous. He must have found her disgusting in that moment too.

But then, how did she explain the change in his scent when he'd seen her naked? Or the nervousness that was so obvious before that? Were those the kind of reactions someone filled with disgust would have? Okibi looked back at the prone Tama, her unease slowly ebbing. Who was she kidding? This was Tama she was talking about . . . there was no way he would think that way about her just because of an ugly tattoo. Honestly, he'd seen her when she was at her absolute worst and hadnt even flinched. He was just that . . . good.

Her smile came back as she walked around the couch and towards the rooms so she could find something of his for her to wear. She figured he'd had enough torture for one day. "This is going to be so much fun." She commented lightly to herself as she trailed her hand over Tama's soft golden head before making her way to his room.

A few minutes later she came back out wearing one his shirts; it was just long enough to cover the important things. She then made herself a plate of food and settled herself into the couch next to Tama, watching what was left of the movie as she ate her fill. When she was done, she set the plate back on the coffee table and curled herself into the unconscious mans side, winding her arms around his and resting her head on his shoulder. He would wake up soon enough she was sure.

Suddenly, a yawn broke free from her and Okibi lifted a hand to stifle it. Maybe she wouldnt be awake when he finally did come to though. As minutes wore on and the movie reached it's climax, Okibi was finding it harder and harder for her to keep her eyes open. Eventually, they slid shut and stayed shut; she fell asleep with her cheek pressed against the skin of her best friends shoulder. Not a bad feeling to fall asleep to.

 

[Toraono Michino]

It was the cat that woke him up. The cyber creature managed to jump up on the couch and rub his cold face against Tama’s spare cheek and the shock caused him to jolt awake. Felix looked up at him and nodded at the scientist before darting its eyes over to the girl laying on him and giving him a wink. Blood rushed up to Tama face again before he shooed away the feline with his hand.

They hadn’t stayed sitting up on the couch since it was a couch after all and gave you that wonderful option of being able to lay down. He looked down to find that Okibi was thankfully clothed, at least as much as one could expect from wearing one of his larger shirts, and that she was laying on top of him. Her small body was snuggled in close to his own and she was radiating enough heat despite her size to keep them both warm without the need of a cover.
Before he went about anything the scientist reached his hand down towards his pants and found that they were still buttoned up and that his ‘issue’ wasn’t trying to make itself known; thank Kami she wasn’t a succubus.

He had no idea where he got that fear from. Seriously it’s just been one of those things.

His eyes turned over towards the television to see that it was playing nothing but the static of nothing being transmitted into the receiver though no noise came from it. No doubt the work of the cat who no doubt became annoyed by it after a short time.
His bi-colored eyes then turned back to the sleeping girl in his arm and he smiled genuinely. He was just so simply more comfortable than he had ever been despite the fact that his back kind of hurt from laying on the couch that he was much too long to fit on properly; his legs usually hung a little off the end. He raised up his hand to brush back a bit of Okibi’s white hair and chuckled a little at the memories of how far she was pushing him last night just to mess with his head. He could understand completely why too. Tama was one of those people it was really hard to mess with because of his intellect and to have even a small foot hold on how to get to him was something to be proud of.
The blush came back as he remembered that he passed out before she ever got they ever got the chance to do anything as well. That was embarrassing on so many different levels that he was sure to hear it from Felix for at least a good month.

Light from outside began to shine through one of the windows and directly down on the two. It caused the blonde to grimace a little and cover his eyes to block out the light that was slowly pouring in from the morning crystal sun.
“What’s for breakfast?” spoke the metallic creature from the floor in front of the couch. Apparently he didn’t understand the meaning of “shoo”. The scientist waved his hand at the cat again to try to get it to be quiet so Okibi didn’t wake up.

He was still trying to come up with a counter to his fainting problem. Until he had that figured out the Wild Child had him in her grasp.

 

[Okibi]

"No . . . no," Okibi moaned in her sleep, her eyebrows bunching up as Tama brushed some of her hair out of her face. She didnt feel it of course, but the timing was disturbingly perfect. "No!" She wailed, shaking her head furiously, rubbing her face into Tama's exposed chest.

Suddenly she sat bolt upright, snatched one of the cushions off the back of the couch and threw it across the room. "Dont touch that duck!" She hollered, still very much asleep. The cushion smashed into one of Tama's bookshelves, knocking a good shelf or two loose and sending his tomes and scrolls toppling to the floor. The racket somehow failed to wake the sleep talking girl, and she fell back onto Tama's chest with a satisfied murmur.

Then one her hands started to roam, her palm dragging over Tama's chest and shoulders. A smile played over her lips as she chuckled in her sleep. "Mmm Tami . . . youre so fun to play with." Although her words were thick and a little jumbled, there was no mistaking that quality of her voice; she'd used it just before knocking Tama out the night before. Then, just as suddenly as when she'd sat up and thrown the pillow, Okibi arms snaked up and wound around Tama's neck. She pulled herself up his body and nuzzled her face into his neck, giving it a slow lick before giving it a soft chomp.

And then she lay still again, draped over Tama like a blanket and her head lulling listlessly against his shoulder. She snored ever so softly into his ear, her eyelids flickering with the rapid movements of her dreams.

Again there was sudden movement! This time Okibi completely launched herself from the couch, growling something fierce as she took up a fighting stance. "That's MY chicken wing you dirty THIEF!" And without any warning, she launched herself at a wall, one that just so happened to house the window that was letting in the light that disturbed Tama just a few moments ago. Her metal fist smashed through the glass pane and the noise startled the white haired girl awake. With a gasp, she stumble away from the broken window, blinking the sleep from her eyes.

"What the- Where'd all this glass come from?" She asked out loud as she looked down, carefully side stepping the glass she had unknowingly littered all over the floor. Obviously, someone had sleep punching issues.

 

[Toraono Michino]

Waking up Okibi was apparently a thing to behold.

Tama chuckled for a second at her reaction to his brushing of her hair before she sat up all of a sudden and threw one of the couch cushions across the house causing some damage to his book shelf. He looked at her suddenly puzzled by her outburst before she fell back against his chest apparently still asleep. Once again the scientist would try to gently wake the girl up by giving her shoulder a gentle shake but this was only followed up by her moving her hands up his body and feeling her body pressing against his own again. Then she licked and bit him, causing previous issues he had the previous night to return all of a sudden as his eyes grew large and he gasped.
No way she was still asleep. Right? Wrong.
Then suddenly she was launching herself off of the blonde and claiming someone to be a dirty thief before launching herself at his window causing the glass to shatter. That last action of her sleepwalking dream state seemed to kick her back into reality and all Tama could do was shake his head. First the oven and now a window…a smile played over his face though as he looked at her. The walking tornado was nickname well earned by that girl.

“Umm…a dirty chicken wing thief did it apparently, Tama chuckled at her before adjusting himself a little and slowly sitting up so he could stretch. His joints popped loudly as he shook off the stiffness of sleeping on a couch and yawned a little, not even really giving much more care to the shattered window. He would be able to fix that in due time.
“You want breakfast? I think there is a diner a few blocks away that cooks some really good bacon, and I don’t know about you but I’m starving. Don’t think I ever got to eat…” he said as he looked down at the half-eaten meat pie and the knife that was still sticking out of some of it. Felix had apparently helped himself to some of it as there were paw prints in some of the gravy. Before Okibi could give him a real answer though Tama’s attention was suddenly drawn to the ringing of his phone. He quickly picked himself off of the couch and strolled over to the phone to lift it off the hanger and answer it.
His face suddenly turned white and his eyes wide as he recognized the voice on the other side of the phone demanding to know where the two of them were. Reports apparently had been made of the local mad scientist carrying his daughter to his home and he was curious as to what happened to the two after the funeral.

“Okibi…its Sousuke,<i></i>” he said with a whisper as he covered the speaker of the phone with his palm.

He wondered how he was going to get himself out this one. Perhaps he’d just go sit back on the couch again and hope that she would knock him out again...seemed like a good failsafe so far.

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