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 Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 10:38 pm
Ladies and Gentlemen, both young and old, welcome to your own personal hell. Inside the research laboratory of squad twelve, unspeakable things happen, whether or not they are legal, moral conduct has no place here. Ethics are thrown away, whatever the Captain says goes. Savvy?
You can keep your limbs and your eyebrows unscathed, if you just abide by these simple rules:
number one: KNOCK before entering. There is no exception. You don't want to see something you weren't supposed to see. Don't just barge into the room.
number two: Keep your eyes open, once inside.
number three: Hands off the materials, unless authorized to do so.
number four: Rudeness, unless you are the Captain, is not tolerated. If you have something to say, keep your mouth shut. Odds are no one wants to hear you speak.
number five: DO NOT disturb the Captain. She's busy, you're not. You're visiting.
number five: You want a date with the Captain? Set an appointment.
number six: Do you want something special made? Put it in recommendation box, and we'll get back to you later.
There are no set times for rules being added and deleted, so please come back and read this announcement when you have the chance.
Thank you for your time, the members of Squad Twelve.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 10:39 pm
Setting: The room is dingy, and dark, with only computer screens lighting up the place and a few lamps scattered willy nilly. Tables litter the research laboratory, and papers are found all over the place in stacks. There are coat hangers around the lab stations, each with lab coats and googles. They make people look so professional and that's hot.
Not many people can tell how large the research laboratory is, or how deep underground it goes. "Rumors fuel the imagination" The squad captain states with a amused grin on her face. Obviously, it would be a large laboratory to accommodate the many members of squad twelve, right?
It really doesn't have a welcoming feeling for those who are visiting. There are seriously way better places than the lab to tour. Just saying. The members even made it easier to just leave a letter at the door and leave, with the box propped up near the entrance that says INBOX in big letters.
The captain has a separate room to do her own experimentation, no duh. The black door is always locked. Inside, there is a large, heavy looking table in the middle of the room which takes up most of the space, and a black leather sofa is placed right against the wall in attempt to preserve room. A bookcase right beside the sofa, with little books on the shelves as the books are all over the floor. Paperwork and other papers find themselves lying down next to their leather-bound cousins. It was like a tornado wreaked the place. She doesn't have the time to organize.
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YummyBiscuits Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 5:47 pm
[ Location ] Division Twelve Lab
[ With ] Ameratsu Maeda Kenkaku walked easily through the Labs, as if he belonged there. He had been there often. Walking through to take ameratsu on a date, to get some in her personal room, or just dropping by. It pissed the woman off sometimes, but hell if Kenny cared. As the Kenpachi walked, with a half awake ameratsu in his arms, the lab members looked on. What the hell could have happened to their esteemed captain? She wasn't bleeding, but every now and then, a low moan would come from her lips. " It's cool boyo's. b***h Queen just had a bit to much to drink. " He said, reassuring her men and women.
Kenkaku opened the door with the hand behind Ameratsu's back. The door opened slowly, and Kenkaku peered in before walking in. He had to make sure there wasn't a trap in place to ******** a passerby up. Walking into the dark room, Kenkaku let out a sigh.
Ameratsu wasn't heavy by any standards. The walk wasn't that harsh either. Only about ten minutes. Hell, Kenkaku was used to worse. What he sighed about was much different. Kenny wanted to get some.
Ameratsu lit a certain flame within Kenkaku. A weird feeling in his chest, yeah. But something else as well. Something that he could understand with more ease. Lust. Ameratsu was lust incarnate, and Kenkaku was the only guy really worthy of her. She could have her pick of other people, any one really. She had a way with her words and body, that just pulled people in. It was something that came as naturally to her as breathing. Kenkaku often wondered what made him special. Maybe it was that weird opposites attract things. Hell if he knew.
Kenkaku went and laid Ameratsu on the couch. Kenkaku looked down at her for a few moments. Damn, the b***h was hot. Blonde hair, reaching down to her mid-back in light curls. Her face was something else. Large lips, straight up DSL's in his mind. Her closed eyes had their own intensity. Her body was an entirely different story. Kenny crinkled his eyes, before reaching a hand up to rub at the horizontal scar running across his face. It started along the left side of his cheek, before running across the bridge of his nose, and ending at his right cheek bone. It was uneven, ugly, and had healed pretty badly. Small bumps rose from the skin like hills in a valley. Why the hell did she have the hots for him? You could call him ugly, sometimes, based simply on the scar and the facial expression he wore most of the time. Weird a** b***h.
Kenkaku shrugged. Hell, why wonder when you had it? You had time to wonder whan it was over. He moved, and laid his body along the line of Ameratsu's own, with his leg in between her thighs. His elbows were places on either side of her head. He bent his own head down to lay light kisses along the base of her neck, just above the line of her dress. " Hrmff... Amerats', wake the hell up. " He said in between kisses, trying to evoke some response. Hell yeah. She was drunk, he could get it in.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 7:52 pm
•• ᎪᎷᎪᎢᎬᎡᎪᏚᏌ ᎷᎪᎬᎠᎪ ••
✘Ƈаρτаιη øƒ яεѕεаяƇћ аηđ Ðεvεℓøpмεητ ✘bump✘ Ӎɐȡ §cįΣŋτįѕτ ✘
"Men fear thought as they fear nothing else on earth -- more than ruin -- more even than death.... Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible, thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habit. Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid. Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of man."
_______________________________________________________________________ Amaterasu could feel the liquor tainting her system, messing with her non-alcoholic liver, messing with her brain, messing with her hormones. Sobriety was far beyond the woman's reach so far, it quickly eluded her every time she came close to capturing it. It ran from her grasp, once she caught it, Sobriety would quickly escape using whatever means it could to run away from the pursuit of the woman who needed it so badly. The colorful background of the dimensions which the captain chased the character hurt her brain. It made her nauseous. It made her want to puke. Drunkenness really was not suited for a woman such as herself. She was weak against its corruption, weak to its type of poison. There was nothing that made her immune to hard liquor, unlike her own venom. Disgusting.
The woman moaned in the arms of Kenkaku who held her as tightly to his body as he could. He was inhumanly warm, and his heat transferred to her. The lust for sex was in the air, in the atmosphere around wherever they were. Home, she presumed, as she asked minutes before... Or did she request it? Amaterasu could not remember the scene quite easily in her cloudy mind. Either way, Kenny was warm. Warm Kenny. She squeezed herself closer to him, feeling the well toned body he kept underneath all the clothes, that only got in the way. No one would know this fact, obviously, because not many have seen the naked body of the Captain of Squad Eleven, and any who have will be held in contempt by the woman who monopolized his feelings.
"We can take care of her for you, Captain." A squad member from the group of scientists in the corner offered. The male obviously would take the honor of holding a woman such as she, in his humane arms. He stood up from his current position, amongst the whispering members of Amaterasu's squad. What? Their captain was drunk? Unheard of. The wild captain of squad eleven must have drugged her. She could not have made herself drunk. Their captain was a woman of science, not alcoholism. Obviously their captain's lover did something. The looked at the man enter their captain's room without another sound, but their leader's frequent moans. Even the guy who stood at the doorway, ignored, could not bring himself to do anything about it. Their captain would have to deal with her scary lover by herself, none of her squad members could ever dream of harming such a man. They would probably get sliced to shreds before they took their first breath.
The woman felt the cold leather kiss her skin, as Kenkaku placed her on the couch in her lab. The makeshift bed where the two made with the naughty countless times. It was odd, how they could fit their bodies on the couch to satiate with the desires of coitus, and still stay on. Sometimes, they just screwed on the floor to make it easier on themselves, or the lab table, whichever they felt necessary to get the deed done.
Amaterasu missed Kenny's warmth.
Soon, she felt him again; his rock hard body pressed against hers on the medium sized couch. What a wonderful feeling. He made her dim, cold room become enraptured in flames with just the heat of his yearning for her body. Oh god, he was perfect. Even in her drunk mind, she believed that Kenkaku was perfect. Call her crazy, even though she already is, but there is a certain spark in him that she found unbearably interesting, as well as exciting. He was good in bed too, however, this fact still baffled the woman, as his squad consisted mostly of men. Weird.
"Baby, stop..." Amaterasu croaked, her throat dry from the lack of speech. She could feel the little hairs of his chin graze her body sensuously, as he covered her cervical spine area with kisses. He needed to shave, his forming beard tickled. Her neck was her erogenous area, and Kenkaku took pride on using it to his advantage. She shifted herself, trying to be away from his being, but found she could not on the couch. "Stop."
Too bad, he didn't stop. Now Amaterasu was turned on. She wanted him. Oh god. Wanted him so badly. ******** logic. The woman turned to face the man who shared the couch with her, and placed his arms around her waist, while hers rested around his neck.
A kiss to his lips started it all. There was no need for tongue, to turn this man's switch on. Being with Amaterasu, he was at the ready always. "Have me." Amaterasu said with drunken command.
_______________________________________________________________________ [| Emotion: Meh.
Location: Home
Zanpakutō State: asleep|]
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YummyBiscuits Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 9:07 pm
[ Location ] Division Twelve Lab
[ With ] Ameratsu Maeda Kenkaku heard ameratsu say stop. She wanted him to stop. Oh, hell no. She was drunk, so this was one of the few times he could get it without having to go through some form of torture. Physical, mental, whatever. Ameratsu was one sadistic b***h. To get it, he might have to do some work for her, off his body up for science again, or do some other incongruous act meant to take the air out of his sails. This was his damn chance.
" Ame... " Kenkaku whispered, letting his hot breath trail along the sensitive area of her ear. He wanted it bad. She wanted it bad, with the way her body writhed underneath his own. She was so warm, and so drunk. She had no way to say no at this point, to turn away his lascivious advances.
Kenkaku felt his hands moved down to Ameratsu's waist. He felt a warmth underneath her thin dress. He tugged at it brazenly, tearing it down the middle. Her mostly naked form laid in front of him and---
BAM TIMESKIP BITCHES
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Kenkaku picked himself from the floor, panting. He leaned back, and set his a** beside Ameratsu. An arm stretched behind him to hold him up. He let out a puff of air, still feeling the warmth of his woman. Sweat covered most of his body, dragging down his hair. The tie that normally held the shoulder-length hair up was gone, otrn during their lovemaking.
It was violent, hard, without any real emotion. Lust ruled this sort of thing. The two worried more about getting themselves off, not giving a flying ******** about the other person's needs. Kenkaku shook his hair out. In the dim light, it took on a more purple hue, much like his reiatsu. " Hot damn. " He said to himself, before casting a glance down to Ameratsu. She wasn't looking much better than he was. Naked, and sweaty with the wearing activity they had just taken part in.
Kenkaku reached to her muddled desk, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out, and carefully lit it. He wasn't an avid smoker, and neither was Ame. They always made sure to have a pack or two laying around for an after-sex smoke. It felt ******** awesome.
Kenkaku pulled ameratsu up, leaning her body against his gaunt yet stone-hard chest. An arm went around her, and he passed her the smoke. This was normal behavior for the two. Kenny ******** the energy out of Ameratsu, and then smoking. They sat there in silence, until they finished it together.
" Hey, ame. " Kenny said, his throat scratchy. " Ready ta' go again, bitc' ? "
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 10:00 pm
•• ᎪᎷᎪᎢᎬᎡᎪᏚᏌ ᎷᎪᎬᎠᎪ ••
✘Ƈаρτаιη øƒ яεѕεаяƇћ аηđ Ðεvεℓøpмεητ ✘bump✘ Ӎɐȡ §cįΣŋτįѕτ ✘
"Men fear thought as they fear nothing else on earth -- more than ruin -- more even than death.... Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible, thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habit. Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid. Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of man."
_______________________________________________________________________ The woman pulled her hair and piled it into a bun at the top of her head, only to have it cascade down the length of her back moments later. It was hot in the room. Hot as hell. The heat that emanated from their bodies in their lewd acts filled the room, thus making them sweat profusely, as well as the fact that their bodies were trying to return to homeostasis after sex. The heat from the outside, made their bodies want to cool off inside, it was the basic necessity for the human anatomy. Sweat was there to cool off.
Amaterasu propped herself up from her position on the ground. Their nakedness was no surprise to either, they already saw the other's body countless times, there would be no need for humility now after who knows how long their relationship lasted. They were used to their near abusive relationship. They were used to each other. The oddest people, the oddest lovers, the oddest couple, even though the two didn't even call what they had a relationship. Or maybe they did, but surely, the woman already called the shots on Kenny. No other b***h was getting their grubby hands on him.
Next thing Amaterasu knew, Kenkaku had his arm around her, smoking a cigarette. The man passed it to her, placed it to her lips, but did absolutely nothing, and passed it back to the man who basically would finish the whole cig. There was no need for the scientist to mess up her own body, that was what her projects were for, what her test subjects were for, what her lab was for. She was a good girl, yes? No, not at all. Not at the least.
"One of these days, you'll blow up my laboratory." She whispered in Kenkaku's ear, emphasizing her every syllable with her melodic voice. Her hands gripped his face, hard, and Amaterasu looked at him. Her eyes bore into his soul, his violent, yet very interesting soul. They say the woman was quite taken with the wild captain, and others say that the wild captain was smitten with the woman, but just because they took pleasure in each other meant nothing. Obviously nothing. When she found exactly what she wanted, she let go of his cheeks and gave him a smirk.
Amaterasu pulled herself up, and sat on Kenkaku's lap. Their naked bodies touched once more: her skin touching his, her chest to his, but no union took place between the two. They were separate beings, for now. "We can sleep. Are you staying?" The woman asked, gazing into his eyes once more. It was like a snake with its prey, enticing the victim to want her venom, to want her strike, to want their death. Her eyes didn't need light to sparkle, they created their own glimmer. It was as if she begged him without the need for words to stay and sleep.
Either way, Amaterasu knew that she'd get what she wants. Kenkaku had no will to go against her, he had no authority to do so. She had the pants, metaphorically speaking.
_______________________________________________________________________ [| Emotion: ugh.
Location: lab
Zanpakutō State: dead |]
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YummyBiscuits Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 11:43 pm
[ Location ] Division Twelve Lab
[ With ] Ameratsu Maeda Kenny dropped the left over but of his cigarette as Ameratsu grabbed at his face. " Wha' tha ******** ya' doi- " HE started to say, before her eyes captured him. He bit his tongue to stop more words from pouring out, and let his eyes lock onto her own. His eyes were purple, a nigh impossible thing to occur naturally. They were dull, almost lifeless. emotion's such as anger, fury, and unbridled lust were the few that managed to break through this void of feeling. Ameratsu's were the exact opposite, like looking down the spectrum of color. The glimmered, even in the lack of light, as if there was a glowing candle behind each pupil.
There was a beauty about Ameratsu that bellied anything other people could offer. Kenkaku told himself, and others for that matter, that their relationship was entirely physical. He didn't know how ameratsu felt about him, and he really didn't care to ask. ******** that emotional thing. But he had to admit, sometimes he thought there was something more. Something more than pure physical attraction, and possibly heartfelt.
Kenkaku smirked back at her, letting his wide smile crinkle the scar across his face. His eyes didn't show anything still, they looked almost like those of a corpse. The mixture of his face being so alive, with eyes so dead. She sat on his lap, and he began to feel the effects of a hormonal rush entering his blood. Ameratsu's body was young and supple, more than well proportioned, and her nakedness brushing against his body was more than exciting. He bragged regularly about his woman to the men he hung about with. " Sexy as ********, man, I swea'. " He would say, making the hourglass fighure with his hands in front of him. It got loads of laughs, pats on his back, and people chanting about how luckt he was. Thinking about it, Kenkaku considered himself lucky as hell to have this chick.
" Yeah I plan on stayin'. " It was normal for them to do something like this. Of course, it was rare for the woman to get drunk. Kenkaku would normally stay the night, leaving his men in the Eleventh Division to have their own parties, their own orgies, or whatever it was they did. He could call this room his second home. He looked up from their touching chests to see her eyes bearing down again, and drilled back with his own eyes. " I'm no' much in tha' feelin' fer sleepin'. " Kenkaku said with a chuckle, before pushing forwards. Ameratsu ended up on her back, with Kenkaku on top once again.
" We hav' time fer sleep later. " Kenkaku brushed cheek against Ameratsu's, almost nuzzling her. It was animalistic. Kenkaku acted more like a beast than a man. He felt a kinship with battle, with screaming, fighting, with lovemaking. It was as if someone had given Kenkaku the mind of a beast, with hardly any other cognitive function. Something was special about Kenkaku. It was as if he had been designed in the mind of some greater being to be the warrior he became. To be a man among men, his physical prowess far above those of many other captains. While he was skinny as ********, he had the prowess of an ape. In both mind and body.
" Yer gonna do wha' I want, ya' understand? " Kenkaku seethed, dropping a kiss upon the lobe of her ear. Ameratsu may wear the pants in their relationship, and Kenkaku knew it, but he knew how to get into them.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 1:06 am
•• ᎪᎷᎪᎢᎬᎡᎪᏚᏌ ᎷᎪᎬᎠᎪ ••
✘Ƈаρτаιη øƒ яεѕεаяƇћ аηđ Ðεvεℓøpмεητ ✘bump✘ Ӎɐȡ §cįΣŋτįѕτ ✘
"Men fear thought as they fear nothing else on earth -- more than ruin -- more even than death.... Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible, thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habit. Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid. Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of man."
_______________________________________________________________________ Amaterasu's drunk mind could not even orient itself properly in the dimness of her own room, much less look at the room the same while lying on her back. Kenkaku was on top of her looking for another round with his woman, and this time to have his way with her, without her say so. The woman being in her drunken state was the only time she was so totally vulnerable to the man's advances. She could deny all she wanted but her body screamed in ecstasy. Kenny was the only man that Amaterasu wanted coitus with. It was weird. She was weird. Maybe she had a fetish for beastiality, which explains why she is quite fond of the man.
"You're going to have to sleep naked, then." Amaterasu chuckled lightly. Her own chuckle, voice, everything about her seductive to a hot blooded man, as if she were made to capture them and use them. Bend them to her will. Anything. They'd want her to do anything to them with just a few words spoken. She was the kind of woman that men wanted, and women envied. It was an inevitable fact of life. She was perfect. The only thing she lacked was a lover, the void that is filled by Kenkaku. He was the exact opposite of her austere, prissy nature. Along with being her sex mate, he provided her with protection. The man would come to her aid for anything: big or small. He was cute. Like a child who has found a girl he is quite smitten with for the first time.
The lab table created a dark shadow, covering the two from the door if anybody decided to barge in the captain's room with a death wish. The two were completely hidden from the front of Amaterasu's personal lab. No one would be able to back in either person's nakedness or glimpse at their love affair. Their personal lives were affected by this relationship of theirs. Kenkaku freely moved about her barracks, being neighbors with Amaterasu, while Amaterasu spent time in his. Either or, the two were basically almost living together. Amaterasu preferred her sex on a bed, and Kenkaku was the only one to own such a bed, therefore she liked his room better, while he chose hers. It was kinky, he commented before. It had become a habit. This irregular sex pattern of theirs became habitual, almost religious, paradoxically.
"What if I don't want to do what you want?" Amaterasu took a sharp breath, caught by surprise by Kenkaku's persistent kiss. The woman's eyes, however, were already showing her readiness to sleep. The alcohol was almost out of her system, with only a few remnants tainting her blood.
A few moments into Kenny's attempts at trying to revive the flame, Amaterasu fell asleep. No biggie.
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YummyBiscuits Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 5:25 pm
[ Location ] Division Twelve Lab
[ With ] Ameratsu Maeda Kenkaku paused his kissing. His lips scratched along Ameratsu's neck as he pulled away, and he cocked an eyebrow down at her. What in the hell? He was bigger, stronger, and not as drunk as she was. Hell if she was going to say no to him at this point. He was about to talk, before realizing his complaint would fall on deaf ears. The b***h had somehow managed to fall asleep. Damn drinking. She couldn't handle her alcohol. And like anyone who couldn't handle it, they got into something, and then passed out. Hell.
Kenkaku groaned in dissatisfaction. He wanted it again already. His body screamed for that sweet release. But it'd be no fun with her asleep like this. He knew that from experience. Sighing, Kenkaku threw himself off of Ameratsu, and snatched a blanket from the couch. It had both of their scent's on it, and Kenny picked it up as he settled down beside the woman. She cuddled up to him in her slumber, and Kenkaku wrapped a protective arm around her. They might as well keep each other warm in the freezing room.
Kenny looked up at the ceiling with a half-frown on his face. Damn, he had really wanted it. With the tent he was pitching at the moment, it was more than obvious he wanted something. With his eyes focusing on the ceiling, Kenny had himself a think. His other arm went behind his head, since he had nothing to lay it on.
What the hell was he doing? Cuddling the woman in their post-sex bliss? He normally did it, but never pondered it. BEfore Ame came along, Kenny was the type to hump and dump. Get his rocks off, and then leave. Maybe drop by again within the same week to get it again. But he never laid back with them, and just let them sleep on him. Kenny's eyes shot to ameratsu, who in her sleep, had moved her head to his shoulder, where the crook gently cradled her. He looked away just as fast. He had some sort of soft spot for the girl. No, for the woman. He just couldn't place a finger on what it was exactly. IT was more than pure lust. But he hadn't ever been in love, so hell if he even knew what that concept was. If it even existed for a guy like him. What the hell.
Kenny shook his head to clear the thoughts from his head. HE shouldn't even care about it. Sex was sex, and he was getting more than the average man's fill. This woman had lust for days, and kept him on his toes. In and out of the bedroom. That thought brought a chuckle and a wry smirk to kenny's lips before he closed his eyes. Ameratsu was so warm against him, and the blanket trapped that against them. The nakedness did nothing to keep the heat from either of them, and Kenny felt himself getting drowsy. Warmth and darkness did a number on any person.
Kenny drifted of to sleep beside Ameratsu, after a yawn or two. He didn't feel like fighting it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 6:15 pm
•• ᎪᎷᎪᎢᎬᎡᎪᏚᏌ ᎷᎪᎬᎠᎪ ••
✘Ƈаρτаιη øƒ яεѕεаяƇћ аηđ Ðεvεℓøpмεητ ✘bump✘ Ӎɐȡ §cįΣŋτįѕτ ✘
"Men fear thought as they fear nothing else on earth -- more than ruin -- more even than death.... Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible, thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habit. Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid. Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of man."
_______________________________________________________________________ The first signs of sunlight could not be seen in the dark, dark room of the Captain of Squad Twelve. Actually, there was no way to tell whether it was day or night in the office, rather, one just had to go outside and bask in the rays of the sun or moon, whichever found itself present on the mantle of the sky. Or, for the lazy, go with intuition, but risk getting the time wrong anyway. Who cared? Whatever the time was, Amaterasu took no heed, no caution of it. She was a scientist, she worked with her own hypothalamus, her inner clock to wake up, eat, sleep. But really, she didn't care; however, her brain was telling her to rouse from her slumber, and awake she became.
The woman's eyes fluttered open, her blue eyes cloudy from the sleep she barely acquired. She looked around the room disorientatedly, trying to make sense of what she found in the dim lighting, and the cold floor. Floor? What? Why was she on the floor? WHAT? Amaterasu picked herself up in a hurry, and suddenly, a shock made itself known in her mind. Oh god, what the hell did she do last night? Her slim hand rubbed at the temples of her head, as she gave out a sigh. The air in the room was quite cool, but it wasn't supposed to be cool yet. She looked down. Of course, she had no clothes on. What the ******** did she do? One glance to her right, and she found out exactly who she did do. Or what, actually.
Kenkaku laid there, underneath the only blanket she kept in her room. He looked to be in bliss, for the most part. His hair was all about the floor, and all over his face. It was cute. The wild beast man became vulnerable at this very moment. His guard was down, easily, Amaterasu could take a scalpel from her desk and slit his throat. Kenny wouldn't be able to do s**t about it. He was like a child in his position, he sought her warmth, like a snake to the heat of the sun. He wanted to bask in her heat. Her amorous lover. Her lover who couldn't hide feelings very well. He was hers and hers alone.
Amaterasu laid back down, and position herself in his arms once more. Even in his subconscious, his arms waited for her to settle within them. Thoughtful, yes. The woman took a curious glance up at the man who made frequent love to her, and gave a chuckle. He really wasn't as dense as he acted, well, at least his brain. He knew her secret too, maybe it was why Kenkaku is always willing to participate in her experiments, no matter how painful it was. It was to make her the happy, even if the feeling was slight. Although, these thoughts have not dawned on the man yet.
It wouldn't be a surprise. Amaterasu is irresistible, one can't help but become enthralled by her beauty.
However, the woman composed as she is about her feelings, lifted her hand to remove the stray strands of hair which littered Kenkaku's face. In the dim light, one could really see the man which hid behind the gruesome scar that masked his face. He was not handsome, he was not attractive at the least, but he still had the spark that the woman wanted to make hers. Her thumb traced the uneven scar that went across his face. It would have made others run away, but the fact that Amaterasu prided herself as a scientist, made Kenny all the curiouser.
"You love me, don't you." Amaterasu whispered inaudibly, to herself mostly. She rested her hand against his cheek. It wasn't a question, it wasn't a command, the woman stated what she deduced his lingering feelings were. It is a bad idea to fall in love with a snake. It leads to death.
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YummyBiscuits Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 11:24 pm
[ Location ] Division Twelve Lab
[ With ] Ameratsu Maeda Kenkaku felt a stirring in his subconscious. The permeable fabric of his dream world was ripped apart as he felt a sudden chill enter his side, from where before warmth had been pulsing. " ********... " He murmured under his breath, squinting open his eyes.
It had been such a nice dream. Well, more a flashback. One of the things that Veterans of war normally endured. It's why a majority slept during the day, when they retired. When you wake up, there's sunlight, and the nightmare is washed away in the pure light. But Kenkaku wasn't one of them. He loved his flashbacks, he loved waking up with the taste of bloodlust clinging to his tongue. That's why this waking was so rude.
Kenkaku opened his eyes more. In the gloom, he didn't have to worry much about sharp light hurting his eyes." Tha' hell woman. " He said groggily, as Ameratsu began toying with his hair. He wasn't so sweaty anymore, but the hair clinged to his face, dried after having been near soaked. He reached a hand up, and jostled the neat order Ameratsu had settled his hair into, making it more comfortable. Without the band to secure it, Kenkaku's hair made him look more beastly than before.
His eyes focused on hers. She felt the scar running across his face. One of his many flaws, but the most obvious of them. It's uneven line was ugly, by many standards. It drew attention to his face, and Kenny couldn't help but grimace at her touch. While it didn't occur to him, Why was such perfection running her hand across something so imperfect. It was like the Beauty grasping the Beast. ******** that. Kenkaku moved her hand away with a grunt of retort. " Don't touch that s**t. ********' burns. " He said, making an excuse.
He heard her whisper something, but ignored it. He turned more onto his back, to settle the sheets around him, and get more comfortable. He didn't even nod to show he had heard. He didn't care. Until ameratsu laid her head back on his chest, Kenny wore that grimace. He looked hateful, angry, unabashed in some inner fury. that was Kenny for ya'.
" It's gonna be hard as hell ta' get back to sleep. " Kenkaku whispered, his mouth close to the woman's ear. His hand trailed down the line of her waist. It was curved with such a line as to pull men into the fold of her love. Well, more her lust. Kenkaku had a feeling this woman wasn't capable of love. Maybe she didn't have the capacity for it, or maybe she had to much capacity to give a s**t about feelings. All she ever really showed Kenkaku was either an experimental desire, or desire of the coarser sort. Whatever. He didn't have time to fret, he had other things in mind.
Kenkaku let his hand travel down the small of her back, to the sweet piece of a** behind her. A firm grab let his intentions be known. A small chuckle from the still-sleepy man only made it seem darker.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 11:52 pm
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"Men fear thought as they fear nothing else on earth -- more than ruin -- more even than death.... Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible, thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habit. Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid. Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of man."
_______________________________________________________________________ The woman gave Kenkaku a lurid glare when he swatted her hand away from his face. It burned, he said. It burned? It burned. His scar burned from her touch? How so? Was she some holy being who purified what she touched? Was she the silver to a werewolf? Holy water to vampire? She was no angel. Appalled, Amaterasu concluded that this man would get nothing from her today. She could not deal with men who pushed away her tried attempts at romance. Failures as they were, the woman could not hold herself accountable to her lack of human interaction, or her lack of interest towards humans other than as test subjects. Humans were stupid. Her colleagues were retarded. Kenkaku is an idiot. But, Amaterasu knew her soft spot for the idiot. Maybe there was some human in her heart?
Or, maybe, the two decades or more the two have spent together made her believe such feelings, such emotions existed with the passion the two shared. Love making or not, there was a connection. Their relationship started like any other, a playful banter turned sour. Their conversation turned into something violent, something that drew blood from her body, and released poison into his system. Amaterasu knew that she hated the man who stood before her, knew that he would become her rival. He was her opposite after all: all brawn, no brain. Kenkaku is as reckless as they got, not only because his job called for this specific trait, but also by his personality. What he did after she declared her defeat has left the woman befuddled for years, even as she lay with the man. As she took out the antidote to her venom, he suddenly grabbed her-- no, swept her off of her feet and cradled her into his arms for a kiss. A kiss which spilled forth the flames of combat, his energy, his lust transferred to her. Of course one thing lead to another, and suddenly, here they are. Just as fussy as ever.
"I hope it kills you." Amaterasu hissed as she watched his face go through an intervolution: from anger to content. The captain could not help but be mean to this man, it was like he wanted to be punished, wanted to be hurt, wanted to be tortured. Everyday, it was like this, but he still stuck around. What the ******** was wrong with him? He was an idiot. Idiot. Idiot.
But still, the soft spot she had for him yearned for his touch, his companionship; however, Amaterasu could not pinpoint the correct word for her current feeling. It felt nice, though. Nice.
As Amaterasu felt the cold hand slide to her lower back and beyond, she couldn't hold back a gasp of surprise. His hands grazed and stayed at her backside, trailing wintry kisses down the length of her spine. Already, the woman could feel the goosebumps arise from her body, but steadily, felt the hand warm with her steady heat. The hand like a parasite for her warmth, the parasite that sucked the living for the dead. That was how the man's hand felt.
The hand warmed with Kenkaku's burning lust after a few moments resting on her bum. It lit the flames of their makeshift bed on the ground. With only the blanket to conserve heat for both of them, Amaterasu gave a smirk. This man's libido had no limits. He was ready whenever she was ready. When she wanted him, he was there. Even half asleep, he was on. She could feel it.
"Do what you want." The fact that the woman let Kenkaku take the lead without offering any sort of proposition or whatnot, was a surprise, to herself most of all. As Amaterasu knew, Kenny performs what she wants, sometimes, his enjoyment would be primary to hers, leaving the woman unsatisfied, and angry. But, the mere fact that he would do what he desires with her consent, she could not be angry if he finished first. What the hell was going on with her?
Amaterasu looked up at the man the sparkle in her blue eyes meeting his somber orbs. His eyes clouded with violence and hatred, but even in the gloom and doom of his being, the flame of passion escaped the shadows. The light that always impressed the woman to her wits end. This light she would want forever. No other man could produce such a wonderous light. This light that equaled her own brightness. The Snake from Hell and the Beast from Earth. What an amazing pair, a great couple.
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YummyBiscuits Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 6:28 am
[ Location ] Division Twelve Lab
[ With ] Ameratsu Maeda Kenkaku had his chance now. Ameratsu was inviting him into the fold of her body. Maybe this was some sort of weird reverse-psychology thing. If he thinks it's only about him, he'd manage to get her off in the foray. Kenny didn't think long about it, before throwing her underneath the bulk of his body. " Whatever you say, b***h. " He seethed into her ears, his voice husky, dark, and demanding, rolled into one croak.
Kenny did his stuff. His eyes were burning, alight with an inner lust and energy. But there was always something dead about it. As if it lacked the knack of humanity, and was more beast. The spark of intellect was there, sure, but hell if there was the burning anger that really brought Kenkaku to life. This was more pleasurable than living.
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Kenkaku fell off the woman, and breathed out. He was sweaty again, and his hair had become even more matted, more disorderly, and more like a mane than before. He let out a sigh as he subtly scratched the back of his head. " Good fer me, good fer ya'. I know yer tricks, wench. " He said with a chuckle, before simply laying back.
Damn, was he lucky. He was the one guy that Ameratsu herself thought was good enough for her. No one else could really compare to the energy he had, the ability to hold out like he did. and hell if they presented as much of an enigma as Kenkaku was. All the man was aware of was the faint idea that he was some sort of beast in the sack. He thought dully that she must have some sort of thing for dumb brutes who showered her in attention and lust. Kenkaku was the one guy who could fill those shoes to the fullest.
Kenny breathed out again, before leaning up. He looked around for his pants, and grabbed them, before pulling them on roughly. His hand went for his sword next, and he touched it's sheath, pulling it close to him. There was a cold presence about it, speaking hard words into his mind. " Women make men's legs weak, you fool. " It said. " Gilgamesh, shut yer trap. I got a thing goin' here. " Kenkaku said, throwing his thought into the recesses of his blade's mind. A short harumph of dissatisfaction answered him. ******** the sword, he didn't need the spirit exactly. Give him a solid weapon, and he was set, kenkaku thought to himself. Kenny stood up, throwing the blanket off of him, and onto Ameratsu's twined form.
He looked down at her. Damn, such a hottie. Even with her hair ******** up, the light touches of makeup smeared across her face, she still excited feelings of lust and affection within his stone heart. It's a rare woman who could do that. Kenny bent down into a squat, and wrapped a naked arm underneath of her, before pulling her up harshly. From the positioning, her a** end was just floating above the cold floor. " I gotta bounce, Ame. Time ta' get the trainin' goin' " He whispered, before pulling her closer to him with a jerk, and pushing his stubbled face against her smooth lips. His lips did most of the work in the short time they were together, breathing of things like contained passion, calm anger, controled fury, a lust barely held back by it's bonds. Kenkaku broke the kiss, and dropped her onto the floor half-gently. " So come on over lat'r ta'nit', ya' hear? " He half ordered, before grabbing his jacket off the couch.
Kenkaku made his way out the door, with a small pat on the woman's head. HE walked through the lab, where the people from last night were still ******** working. Bookworms, with nothing better to do, and to scared to leave lest ameratsu find out, and beat them into oblivion. Kenny shook his head with a chuckle, as stares assaulted him. Small whispers followed him out the door. " He drugged our captain, and then had his way with her. The animal." and " That b*****d, look at him. He's grinning like he won some prize. " Kenny didn't feel like throwing his own insults bak, so he kept walking. Untill he got to his own division, that is.
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