It Has Been Too Long [Requesting Entry]

[Tanuki Rinko]

Tomo approached the gates with bated breath. The sight was majestic when compared to the bland sand of Wind Country. Granted Tomo hadn't even made it to the actual village of the country, but that didn't matter. No one could convince him that this wasn't the best village in the world. He pulled out his passport, which was years old. A hint of fear that a probing was in his near future caused the man to pause. However, this time he could find solace in the fact that at least his oddly colored hair was the same as his passport pictures, though it was a bit more frizzy than before. Desert conditions will do that without the proper conditioner. There was also the darkening of his skin, but that was to be expected after so much time in the desert. Tomo gave a weak smile to the Mochizuki with him, momentarily forgetting his brother's personal betrayal. The tanned man addressed the shinobi on duty. "Mochizuki Tomo...back from the dead yet again it seems." His redhead brother gave a nod. "Mochizuki Takama, returning from a looooooong vacation."

[Requesting Entry for PC Mochizuki Tomo and NPC Mochizuki Takama]

 

[Takaki Saeko]

Everything's gone straight to hell, and worst of all, I didn't cause any of it.

Donaado of Oranji--a Port Cirrus tycoon known for his "grab 'em by the pussy" campaign to reduce the nation's feral cat problem with responsible spaying and neutering--has ridden an unprecedented wave of support from dirty peasants all the way to the Council of Nobles, and threatens to unseat Tachibana Ami as chancellor. Meanwhile, the famine in Marsh threatens to land millions of starving, crazed refugees on our country's soil, while our neighbors in Bear lose ground against a fundamentalist army that calls itself KSIS (Kimchee State in something and something). And the worst part is that besides a catastrophic mission in which we ended up re-enacting the bad ending of Titanic, I haven't seen my boyfriend in ages.

So imagine my surprise when, on another day of shirking duty at the gate, I should run into none other than the recalcitrant sunuvabitchhimselfwhoabandonedmesoI'llkillhimwhenIseehimIsweartoJebusSaitostuckonShinbatsu'smember. I'd recognize that derpy lopsided grin (probably meant to be seductive or something) and oh so fuckable swagger (okay, he's got me on that one) anywhere, through any disguise, and under Shinbatsu knows how many layers of grime and sunburn. I don't even need to process his passport. Thing's out of date, anyway, and the signatures are probably invalid since we went and changed Raikages from okay (Saito) to vagina-shrivelingly bad (I'm looking at you, Yumers).

"Tomo!" I exclaim, probably louder than necessary. "I...you little shit! Where do you get off on abandoning me for so long that the village declares you legally dead and the only reason you're not full of ANBU-sized holes right now is because I snuck into central processing and used a game genie to fool the system into thinking you had ninety-nine lives? Do you even know how hard it is to find a working genie? Galoob went out of business eighteen years ago!"

I cross my arms to prevent myself from blubbering. "How is it you get to come back all of a sudden when...when all the shit is hitting the fan and Chancellor Ami's position is in danger because a literal Weiner couldn't stop sending dick pics of himself to teenagers and the Bakufuu Security Agency got a hold of his laptop and found the three gorillion emails that Ami mishandled because she had them stored on an eight-track machine in Nara Ryuujin's cheese-and-beer cellar? And also, Tama's girlfriend, you know, the queen of Bear, won't stop texting me about how oh pretty please can we all just find the fucking Chalk of Fate already before her baby turns into a mutant with Asperger's? I tried to block her number but she just used a proxy! I can't take it anymore! I'm breaking down! I..."

I grab Tomo by the shoulders. "Dammit, I needed you! I still need you, and it pisses me off more than anything in the world!"

[Oh, entry granted to both parties/]

 

[Tanuki Rinko]

Tomo was speechless as the woman he'd dreamed of for so long was finally before him again. His body slowly relaxed in her presence, despite her yelling, because Tomo heard nothing but passion in her voice. His rough fingers slid over Saeko's, gripping gently for fear of damaging her perfect hands. He still couldn't speak due to the lump in his throat. There were so many things he wanted to say, but did she want to hear any of it?

A shiver crawled up Tomo's spine as he felt hot breath in his ear. "There, you see her. Standing there across the way." The voice shifted to his other side. "Boy she had a lot to say, but there's something about her." Takama slithered beside Saeko. "You don't know why, but you're dying to try, go on and ki-mpf!" With his eyes still locked on his lover, ink spewed from Tomo's hair, forming a giant hand that grappled Takama's face. With no effort, it pulled the man back and threw him into the village. A tiny sparkle shown in the sky as the ink receded back into Tomo's hair. He pulled Saeko's hands to his cheek and began to nuzzle them, an action that was rather uncharacteristic of the man. "Saeko." Her name came out as a whisper, like a sigh of relief. "I am so sorry. I didn't want to leave you. My brother...he...he took me away." Wanting more contact, the Mochizuki pulled his lover to him, stroking her hair as he buried his face into the nape of her neck. After taking in her scent, he continued. "You were what kept me going as I roamed that lonely desert."

Pulling away from her, the grimy man produced a small feather from his pocket. "When I was at my lowest, when I was about to end it all..." He looked at the feather with a smile. "My angel came to me on gilded wings to give me hope." Returning his gaze to Saeko, he placed the plume on her palm. "I'm sure you need this back." Tomo's heart raced from the exhilaration of performing the role of a suave otome man. With his adrenaline wearing thin, his head slumped onto Saeko's shoulder. "I am very tired. But I had to stay awake...long enough to...see you." Tomo's body slumped to the ground at her feet. But despite his worn body and soul, he smiled in the snow.

[Tomo and Takama Entered the Village]
[Topic Left when Saeko drags Tomo's unconscious body away]

 

[Takaki Saeko]

"Ugh!" I throw up my hands as Tomo collapses into blissful escape. "You're not listening to a word I'm saying, are you?" I prod at him with my foot, but he deigns not to respond. That doesn't mean I can't rant more at him, though.

"You uppity cad, where have you even been, anyway? Saying 'the lonely desert' is like saying 'somewhere inside yer mum' for all the good it does to answer my question. And...and did you really just hand me, like, a seagull's butt-feather to make a corny reference to me being an angel or something? I bet it's crawling with parasites." I look closely at the feather and consider chucking it, but...some sappy side of me makes sure I secret it away in a pocket instead. I didn't see any tapeworms, regardless. "Can't even interrogate your brother, either. Nice job turning him into Team Rocket, there. Actually, I bet you weren't even in the desert training, anyway. I bet you were out there trying to stick it in every Pokey-Mon you could. I've seen what the Gardevoir looks like. I know how many sickos want to fuck it."

I drag Tomo up by his collar. "Ew. Boys are gross. Why couldn't I have been a raging lesbian like every other normal girl in this anime village? Why did I have to fall for the straight meme? Man, I hope you really were in the desert and got yourself thrown in Turkish Prison." A grin slides across my face. "Actually, speaking of BDSM, while you were away, I got some ideas. Well, Tomo, do you want to spend the night at my place?"

He's still unconscious. I put my fingertips to the corners of his mouth and move them in sync with my crappy imitation of his voice. "Of course I would, my love! Anything to make it up to you!"

"Good boy," i say with a smile, and gently pat his cheek. "I'm gonna make you cry, and you're gonna enjoy it!"

Finally, I push the corners of his mouth up into the biggest, shit-eating grin ever. "Ride the tiger, baby..."

[Topic left with Tomo--all to the strains of Stan Bush's "The Touch"]​