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Develop Your Story / Re: Death By Ex-Girlfriends
« on: February 18, 2016, 10:45:58 PM »
Thank you thank you! I think I officially know what I'm doing with this story now. Glad I started writing it.
Next chapter!
Day 3 and 1/2: Today, I Was Interrogated By My Ex-Girlfriend
Which is sweeter? The apples? Or her lips?
Next chapter!
Day 3 and 1/2: Today, I Was Interrogated By My Ex-Girlfriend
Which is sweeter? The apples? Or her lips?
Spoiler
Osamu, Izanami, and Isabella went back to Yoko's house by the time the sun began to set. They all stretched and yawned as the climbed up the steps past the front yard and opened the door. The commotion inside told the story of what was happening in the kitchen.
(Oh no...someone is fighting again! I need to do a roll call! Izanami is right here and she's not quite the fighting type. Isabella is next to me too. Yoko should be home by work now and....crap! I forgot! We left Aika here!)
Izanami: That doesn't sound good!
The three of them ran into the kitchen, and their fears were confirmed. Aika stood atop the kitchen counter with her body and hair wrapped in towels, having just come out of the shower. She wielded her electric guitar as Yoko pointed her katana at her.
(What...the hell?)
Aika: Give it up, Yoko! I was just taking a freakin' shower!
Yoko: You used up all of my shampoo and left the tub full of dirty water!
Aika: I was going to pull the drain plug before you walked in and went ham on me!
Yoko: That's besides the point, you street-wandering bum! What are you even doing in my-
Yoko turned her head and noticed Osamu and the others had come home and were watching the episode with puzzled expressions.
Yoko: Oh hey guys, welcome home! Don't worry about me, I just found a rat in our bath tub. I'll make sure to kill it and throw it a-
Aika picked up a lemon and chucked it at the side of Yoko's head as she spoke, knocking her down on the ground and concomitantly pissing her off.
(Now you've done it, Aika!)
Yoko: You...are so dead!
Yoko swung at Aika's feet with her blade, but missed as Aika jumped to dodge the swing. With her feet still wet from the shower, however, Aika's feet slipped off of the counter when she landed, and she came crashing down on the ground on her back, along with her guitar.
Yoko threw her sword to the side and ran on top of the kitchen counter. She grabbed some apples from the fruit basket and jumped down on top of Aika and she groaned in pain.
Yoko: You want to just waltz in and make yourself at home?! Fine! Eat these!
Yoko began shoving the apples into Aika's mouth, gagging her as she tried to speak.
(This is...kinda hot...no Osamu! Don't think like that!)
Yoko: You like that? Huh? Do you like my apples!?
Aika: Hmmm! Hmmm!
Yoko: Tell me you like these apples! Say it loud and proud!
(Look at that...the perfectly sweet juices from the fresh and succulent apples flowing off the side of Aika's mouth and moistening her soft, perfectly shaped lips...this...this is glory. This is beauty achieved in a form beyond art! This is divinity occurring on our kitchen floor! Thousands of years of human evolution of kinks and fetishes have culminated in this one moment, like the release of infinite magnitudes of energy after the Big Bang! Is this love?!)
Osamu: Stop this right now!
Aika and Yoko immediately ceased their fighting, the latter taking the extra step and properly bowing to Osamu.
Yoko: My love, I'm sorry to be so violent and unladylike in your presence. If you wish, I will gladly perform seppuku to maintain the honor of our household.
Osamu: Don't bow like that in your own house and don't commit seppuku!
Osamu sighed and helped Aika up. Both of them stood before Osamu like children who were caught doing something they knew was wrong.
Isabella: Good grief. I'll clean up the mess.
Osamu: What do you have to say for yourselves? You wasted 6 apples and made a mess in the kitchen when Isabella works hard to keep it nice and tidy!
Both of them also mumbled like children who got caught doing something they knew was wrong.
Aika: Sorry...
Yoko: I didn't do it...
Osamu: I don't believe either of you. As punishment...
Osamu pointed to the remaining apples in the fruit basket.
Osamu: You two are going to finish those apples! Izanami, grab the apples. You two, come upstairs with me.
The next thing they knew, Yoko and Aika were taken up to Yoko's room and sat in chairs with their hands tied behind them. Izanami set the basket of apples down next to Osamu, who stood in front of them with his arms crossed.
Izanami: Here you go. Will that be all?
Osamu: I've got it from here, thanks.
Izanami: Alright. I'll go help Isabella clean up. You two behave yourselves!
Izanami left the room and shut the door.
(All alone. Finally.)
Osamu: Now then, since you two have no appreciation for the food in this house, I'm going to force you to recognize just how much it's worth! Yoko, there's nothing worse than someone who can provide for themselves and still wastes the things they have to live on! Aika, you should've asked if you could take a shower in someone's home!
Aika: Osa, for god's sake, I'm sorry! Let me go already!
Osamu: Be quiet!
Yoko blushed as Osamu asserted himself.
Yoko: Wow, you're amazing, Osamu! Tell me to be quiet too!
Osamu: Shut up!
Yoko: I'm in love!
Osamu picked up two apples, one green, one red. Yoko and Aika looked very confused.
Osamu: Aika, you'll be eating the green apple. Yoko, you'll eat the red apple. Neither of you can leave until both apples are finished! Don't waste a single drop of the juice either!
Yoko: A-are you going to feed us the apples?!
(Mwahaha! So you've finally found out, haven't you?! That's right! I'm going to indulge in the wonders of girls eating apples!)
Osamu: Yes. I don't trust you to eat them by yourselves.
Aika: F-fine...let's just get it over with.
Yoko: I guess it's okay...
Osamu held the apples to the mouths of each of them, and they both took the first, crunchy, juicy bite of their fruits.
(I see...this is what it feels like when you're holding the apples!)
Osamu: Big bites. Don't be shy.
Yoko and Aika kept taking bites from the apples as Osamu rotated them so they could eat around the core. With every bite, they were learning their lesson.
Osamu: Good job. We've got 2 more for each of you.
Osamu picked up 2 more apples and held them up.
Yoko: Dear, I'm already getting full! I think we've learned our lesson!
Osamu: Be quiet! Eat.
Yoko reluctantly began eating the next apple, as did Aika. On Aika's side, juice from the apple began to run down Osamu's hand.
Aika: Oh no!
(Crap, I knew this would get messy! Wait...is she...)
Aika licked Osamu's hand from the knuckle of his middle finger up to his fingernail, successfully saving the drop of apple juice before it could fall to the ground.
(She's skilled!)
Yoko finished her apple a little sooner than Aika, but now there was only one pair left.
(This...this is glorious! Pristine, high quality apples being eaten by two beautiful women! The human race survived countless wars, climbed the food chain, survived severe winters, and bent nature to our will so that amazing things like this can happen! Yes...I feel it! I feel the light shining on me in all of its eternal glory! Our ancestors would be proud at the evolution of such degeneracy!)
Osamu: Ahem. How are you both feeling?
Yoko: So...full...
Aika: Just one more. We can do it!
Osamu: Alright. Last round.
Osamu held up the last two apples, and they started all over again.
(I feel like my heart is going to burst! This is just too hot!)
Although they ate the last apples slowly, they were able to finish them all. They're lesson was definitely learned by now.
(My god, that felt like a rush of power that no man has ever felt before! Is this what it feels like to climb a mountain, or go skydiving?! This is pure bliss! If only more people knew of the delicate bliss that is making girls eat apples out of your hands!)
As Osamu rocked his head with his eyes close, lost in momentary bliss, Yoko's voice softly rang out to Aika.
Yoko: T-there...there's still apple juice...
Aika: But we just ate all the...
Aika turned to Yoko and saw that she was already looking right at her, her lips in particular.
(I can't take it, this is too much!)
Yoko: W-we have to get all of the apple juice! Osamu said so! It's already dripping to your chin!
Aika: I guess you're right...
(This is so good it's almost diabolical...)
Yoko and Aika leaned in towards each other, seemingly in slow motion to Osamu.
(Should I stop this?! This is too good!)
Both of their faces were as red as the apples as Yoko kissed Aika's chin and traced the stream of apple juice back up to her lips.
(Here it comes!)
Yoko then kissed Aika directly, absorbing the remaining apple juice off of her lips. Osamu fainted with a smile on his face.
Yoko: Osamu? Osamu!
Aika: What happened?!
(This...this s a good way to die. Izanami, take my soul, for I have lived a full and great life! Goodbye...beautiful world...)
Isabella: OOOOSAAAAMMMUUUUU!!!
(What's that? Isabella? She sounds so angry...can't...move...)
Indeed, everyone was due to learn a hard lesson. Now it was Osamu's turn. The voice of Yoko rang into his right here, as did a very loud sound that overpowered her voice. Whatever he was laying on felt hard and was rocking side to side.
Yoko: Osamu! Wake up!
A splash of cold water immediately woke him up, and Osamu was able to see that he was laying inside of a cargo plane along with Yoko and Aika. Isabella stood with the intent of murder in her eyes, along with a team of 4 paratroopers armed with hand guns.
Isabella: Make him spill it.
Paratropper: Right away, ma'am.
Osamu: Izzy! What the hell is this?!
Isabella: Open the rear loading ramp!
Pilot: Loading ramp opening!
The loading ramp opened and Osamu could see they were flying thousands of feet above the ocean. A drop from this height would kill him instantly.
(You've got to be kidding me!)
Aika: This is all your fault, Osamu! I told you to stop!
Osamu: What the hell even happened?!
Yoko: Isabella caught us when you passed out and thought you were just using us to fulfill some kind of wild fetish involving apples!
(Damn it...)
Aika: Next thing we know, she makes one freakin' phone call and a Special Ops team storms our house and takes us away! Then we were loaded onto the plane! Gosh, you're such an idiot!
Isabella: I had to have Daddy clear my debts and give me more money to afford this. You better give me an honest answers or learn how to swim with your hands tied!
One of the paratroopers knelt down to Osamu and held his gun to his face. Osamu couldn't see inside his oxygen mask, which was tinted to protect his identity.
Paratrooper: Did you or did you not use these girls for your fetish!? Answer the question, maggot!
Osamu: No! I didn't do anything like that!
(Why am I lying?!)
Paratrooper: Don't lie to me, you pathetic sack of crap! Do you want to die?!
Osamu: I don't want to die!
Paratrooper: Did you or did you not use them for a fetish!?
Osamu: I did! I'm sorry! It just looked so hot!
The paratrooper had one of his teammates hold his gun as he slapped Osamu around with one hand while holding his collar with the other.
Osamu: Stop it, please!
Yoko: This is insane, Isabella!
Isabella: It's still not enough! Initiate Protocol 48!
Osamu: Protocol 48?!
Two of the paratroopers each took out one item. A carton of orange juice, and a tube of toothpaste.
(What the hell is that for?)
Isabella: Do it. Show no mercy.
Paratroopers: Roger!
First was Yoko. The paratroopers propped her up and forced her mouth open. They gave her a sip of orange juice and then forced toothpaste into her mouth. The combination was a nightmare on the taste buds.
Yoko: Ah! That's disgusting! Why would you ever do this!? I'd never even do this to Aika!
Paratrooper: That's for messing with Isabella's man!
Yoko: Isabella's man?!?
Then, they did the same thing to Aika, who squirmed and tried to spit out the awful combination.
Aika: Isabella stop!
Isabella: If I ever see you two getting it on with Osamu in any kind of way, believe me, the next time a Spec Ops team barges through your door, it'll be to put bullets in your wombs so you can never bear him children!
Osamu: That's so evil!
Yoko: Okay, okay! Just get us out of here!
Isabella: My my, even the great Yoko Akiyama is scared!
Pilot: Wrap it, Chief! The drop zone is coming up!
Osamu looked back from the ramp and saw they were flying over the neighborhood again.
Paratroopers: Chutes! Get em on!
Everyone had their hands freed as the paratroopers got their chutes on. They attached themselves to Yoko, Aika, Osamu, and Isabella.
Yoko: What the hell is going on?!
Pilot: Approaching drop zone, lowering altitude!
Paratrooper : Check your gear!
The paratroopers all checked each others gear and masks, making sure there was no room for error. They all lined up and readied themselves for the drop.
Paratrooper: Chutes are good, masks are good! No tears, rips or tangles!
Pilot: Copy! We're closing in! Green light in five, four, three, two...
Aika: This can't be happening!
The loading bay lit up with green lights, the signal for the troopers to jump.
Paratroopers: GO GO GO!
While Osamu, Aika, and Yoko screamed on their way out, Isabella was the one who couldn't stop laughing as they descended and made their return back to the ground. The neighborhood appeared tiny but got bigger as they fell closer and closer to it.
Paratrooper: Deploy chute!
The chutes were opened, and everyone made their slow and soft descent into the front yard. Isabella was still laughing, Osamu was able to calm down, Yoko was still screaming, and Aika was practically dead by the time they landed. The backpacks were removed and the four of them were detached from the paratroopers. They took up defensive positions and confirmed that the perimeter was cleared.
(Finally...back on the ground!)
Paratrooper: Perimeter cleared and cargo in one piece! Mission successful!
Isabella took of her oxygen mask and let out a loud, excited yelp.
Isabella: Good work, boys! Pack up and go home!
The paratroopers packed their guns into their bags and took off their uniforms and gear. They were wearing normal clothes beneath all of it, allowing them to pack away their stuff and disperse about the neighborhood without drawing any attention. Yoko and Aika looked like they just got back from a tour in Vietnam.
Isabella: So? What did we learn here today?
Yoko: N-n-never trust Osamu with apples!
Osamu: More like we should never trust Isabella with a phone and loads of money!
Yoko: Wait...what about Aika?
Isabella pointed over to Aika, who fainted in mid air.
Isabella: I think she's gonna need some rest. I'll get her up.
Izanami opened the front door to check on all the racket outside, dressed in casual clothes and a cooking apron. Her hair was tied in a ponytail and bangs parted to the side of her face.
Izanami: It's about time you guys got home! I was worried you'd be late for dinner!
Isabella: We got back in under two hours, so don't nag! We did pretty good!
Osamu: Are you congratulating yourself for kidnapping three people and forcing them on a plane to interrogate them?!
Isabella: Yep! You guys better get inside! Dinner smells good from here!
Isabella and Izanami helped Aika up and walked her inside the house. As Osamu got up, he wobbled a bit, and Yoko grabbed onto his arm.
Osamu: Ah, do you need help too?
Yoko: Osamu...when I kissed her...
Osamu: Hmm? What is it?
Yoko:...I think it would be better if we kept her close. She can stay here.
(What? This is so unlike her...)
Osamu: What caused this change of heart? You were ready to kill her earlier.
Yoko: If she leaves and continues to wander, we may never see her again.
Osamu's eyes lit up in a fearful sense of curiosity. Osamu and Yoko stood up together, the former helping Yoko walk.
Osamu: What do you mean by that? Like, she'd run off from town or something?
Yoko: It doesn't matter why. She's welcome. Just tell her that.
Osamu: Oh...okay...
[Thinking back, I wish I had taken Yoko's words much more seriously. Yoko's kiss allowed her to know nearly everything about someone. It's just a gift she was born with. I should've considered what Yoko might've learned from kissing Aika. But I was too stupid...and eventually...the happy, crazy home we made together...would be filled with sadness.]
(Oh no...someone is fighting again! I need to do a roll call! Izanami is right here and she's not quite the fighting type. Isabella is next to me too. Yoko should be home by work now and....crap! I forgot! We left Aika here!)
Izanami: That doesn't sound good!
The three of them ran into the kitchen, and their fears were confirmed. Aika stood atop the kitchen counter with her body and hair wrapped in towels, having just come out of the shower. She wielded her electric guitar as Yoko pointed her katana at her.
(What...the hell?)
Aika: Give it up, Yoko! I was just taking a freakin' shower!
Yoko: You used up all of my shampoo and left the tub full of dirty water!
Aika: I was going to pull the drain plug before you walked in and went ham on me!
Yoko: That's besides the point, you street-wandering bum! What are you even doing in my-
Yoko turned her head and noticed Osamu and the others had come home and were watching the episode with puzzled expressions.
Yoko: Oh hey guys, welcome home! Don't worry about me, I just found a rat in our bath tub. I'll make sure to kill it and throw it a-
Aika picked up a lemon and chucked it at the side of Yoko's head as she spoke, knocking her down on the ground and concomitantly pissing her off.
(Now you've done it, Aika!)
Yoko: You...are so dead!
Yoko swung at Aika's feet with her blade, but missed as Aika jumped to dodge the swing. With her feet still wet from the shower, however, Aika's feet slipped off of the counter when she landed, and she came crashing down on the ground on her back, along with her guitar.
Yoko threw her sword to the side and ran on top of the kitchen counter. She grabbed some apples from the fruit basket and jumped down on top of Aika and she groaned in pain.
Yoko: You want to just waltz in and make yourself at home?! Fine! Eat these!
Yoko began shoving the apples into Aika's mouth, gagging her as she tried to speak.
(This is...kinda hot...no Osamu! Don't think like that!)
Yoko: You like that? Huh? Do you like my apples!?
Aika: Hmmm! Hmmm!
Yoko: Tell me you like these apples! Say it loud and proud!
(Look at that...the perfectly sweet juices from the fresh and succulent apples flowing off the side of Aika's mouth and moistening her soft, perfectly shaped lips...this...this is glory. This is beauty achieved in a form beyond art! This is divinity occurring on our kitchen floor! Thousands of years of human evolution of kinks and fetishes have culminated in this one moment, like the release of infinite magnitudes of energy after the Big Bang! Is this love?!)
Osamu: Stop this right now!
Aika and Yoko immediately ceased their fighting, the latter taking the extra step and properly bowing to Osamu.
Yoko: My love, I'm sorry to be so violent and unladylike in your presence. If you wish, I will gladly perform seppuku to maintain the honor of our household.
Osamu: Don't bow like that in your own house and don't commit seppuku!
Osamu sighed and helped Aika up. Both of them stood before Osamu like children who were caught doing something they knew was wrong.
Isabella: Good grief. I'll clean up the mess.
Osamu: What do you have to say for yourselves? You wasted 6 apples and made a mess in the kitchen when Isabella works hard to keep it nice and tidy!
Both of them also mumbled like children who got caught doing something they knew was wrong.
Aika: Sorry...
Yoko: I didn't do it...
Osamu: I don't believe either of you. As punishment...
Osamu pointed to the remaining apples in the fruit basket.
Osamu: You two are going to finish those apples! Izanami, grab the apples. You two, come upstairs with me.
The next thing they knew, Yoko and Aika were taken up to Yoko's room and sat in chairs with their hands tied behind them. Izanami set the basket of apples down next to Osamu, who stood in front of them with his arms crossed.
Izanami: Here you go. Will that be all?
Osamu: I've got it from here, thanks.
Izanami: Alright. I'll go help Isabella clean up. You two behave yourselves!
Izanami left the room and shut the door.
(All alone. Finally.)
Osamu: Now then, since you two have no appreciation for the food in this house, I'm going to force you to recognize just how much it's worth! Yoko, there's nothing worse than someone who can provide for themselves and still wastes the things they have to live on! Aika, you should've asked if you could take a shower in someone's home!
Aika: Osa, for god's sake, I'm sorry! Let me go already!
Osamu: Be quiet!
Yoko blushed as Osamu asserted himself.
Yoko: Wow, you're amazing, Osamu! Tell me to be quiet too!
Osamu: Shut up!
Yoko: I'm in love!
Osamu picked up two apples, one green, one red. Yoko and Aika looked very confused.
Osamu: Aika, you'll be eating the green apple. Yoko, you'll eat the red apple. Neither of you can leave until both apples are finished! Don't waste a single drop of the juice either!
Yoko: A-are you going to feed us the apples?!
(Mwahaha! So you've finally found out, haven't you?! That's right! I'm going to indulge in the wonders of girls eating apples!)
Osamu: Yes. I don't trust you to eat them by yourselves.
Aika: F-fine...let's just get it over with.
Yoko: I guess it's okay...
Osamu held the apples to the mouths of each of them, and they both took the first, crunchy, juicy bite of their fruits.
(I see...this is what it feels like when you're holding the apples!)
Osamu: Big bites. Don't be shy.
Yoko and Aika kept taking bites from the apples as Osamu rotated them so they could eat around the core. With every bite, they were learning their lesson.
Osamu: Good job. We've got 2 more for each of you.
Osamu picked up 2 more apples and held them up.
Yoko: Dear, I'm already getting full! I think we've learned our lesson!
Osamu: Be quiet! Eat.
Yoko reluctantly began eating the next apple, as did Aika. On Aika's side, juice from the apple began to run down Osamu's hand.
Aika: Oh no!
(Crap, I knew this would get messy! Wait...is she...)
Aika licked Osamu's hand from the knuckle of his middle finger up to his fingernail, successfully saving the drop of apple juice before it could fall to the ground.
(She's skilled!)
Yoko finished her apple a little sooner than Aika, but now there was only one pair left.
(This...this is glorious! Pristine, high quality apples being eaten by two beautiful women! The human race survived countless wars, climbed the food chain, survived severe winters, and bent nature to our will so that amazing things like this can happen! Yes...I feel it! I feel the light shining on me in all of its eternal glory! Our ancestors would be proud at the evolution of such degeneracy!)
Osamu: Ahem. How are you both feeling?
Yoko: So...full...
Aika: Just one more. We can do it!
Osamu: Alright. Last round.
Osamu held up the last two apples, and they started all over again.
(I feel like my heart is going to burst! This is just too hot!)
Although they ate the last apples slowly, they were able to finish them all. They're lesson was definitely learned by now.
(My god, that felt like a rush of power that no man has ever felt before! Is this what it feels like to climb a mountain, or go skydiving?! This is pure bliss! If only more people knew of the delicate bliss that is making girls eat apples out of your hands!)
As Osamu rocked his head with his eyes close, lost in momentary bliss, Yoko's voice softly rang out to Aika.
Yoko: T-there...there's still apple juice...
Aika: But we just ate all the...
Aika turned to Yoko and saw that she was already looking right at her, her lips in particular.
(I can't take it, this is too much!)
Yoko: W-we have to get all of the apple juice! Osamu said so! It's already dripping to your chin!
Aika: I guess you're right...
(This is so good it's almost diabolical...)
Yoko and Aika leaned in towards each other, seemingly in slow motion to Osamu.
(Should I stop this?! This is too good!)
Both of their faces were as red as the apples as Yoko kissed Aika's chin and traced the stream of apple juice back up to her lips.
(Here it comes!)
Yoko then kissed Aika directly, absorbing the remaining apple juice off of her lips. Osamu fainted with a smile on his face.
Yoko: Osamu? Osamu!
Aika: What happened?!
(This...this s a good way to die. Izanami, take my soul, for I have lived a full and great life! Goodbye...beautiful world...)
Isabella: OOOOSAAAAMMMUUUUU!!!
(What's that? Isabella? She sounds so angry...can't...move...)
Indeed, everyone was due to learn a hard lesson. Now it was Osamu's turn. The voice of Yoko rang into his right here, as did a very loud sound that overpowered her voice. Whatever he was laying on felt hard and was rocking side to side.
Yoko: Osamu! Wake up!
A splash of cold water immediately woke him up, and Osamu was able to see that he was laying inside of a cargo plane along with Yoko and Aika. Isabella stood with the intent of murder in her eyes, along with a team of 4 paratroopers armed with hand guns.
Isabella: Make him spill it.
Paratropper: Right away, ma'am.
Osamu: Izzy! What the hell is this?!
Isabella: Open the rear loading ramp!
Pilot: Loading ramp opening!
The loading ramp opened and Osamu could see they were flying thousands of feet above the ocean. A drop from this height would kill him instantly.
(You've got to be kidding me!)
Aika: This is all your fault, Osamu! I told you to stop!
Osamu: What the hell even happened?!
Yoko: Isabella caught us when you passed out and thought you were just using us to fulfill some kind of wild fetish involving apples!
(Damn it...)
Aika: Next thing we know, she makes one freakin' phone call and a Special Ops team storms our house and takes us away! Then we were loaded onto the plane! Gosh, you're such an idiot!
Isabella: I had to have Daddy clear my debts and give me more money to afford this. You better give me an honest answers or learn how to swim with your hands tied!
One of the paratroopers knelt down to Osamu and held his gun to his face. Osamu couldn't see inside his oxygen mask, which was tinted to protect his identity.
Paratrooper: Did you or did you not use these girls for your fetish!? Answer the question, maggot!
Osamu: No! I didn't do anything like that!
(Why am I lying?!)
Paratrooper: Don't lie to me, you pathetic sack of crap! Do you want to die?!
Osamu: I don't want to die!
Paratrooper: Did you or did you not use them for a fetish!?
Osamu: I did! I'm sorry! It just looked so hot!
The paratrooper had one of his teammates hold his gun as he slapped Osamu around with one hand while holding his collar with the other.
Osamu: Stop it, please!
Yoko: This is insane, Isabella!
Isabella: It's still not enough! Initiate Protocol 48!
Osamu: Protocol 48?!
Two of the paratroopers each took out one item. A carton of orange juice, and a tube of toothpaste.
(What the hell is that for?)
Isabella: Do it. Show no mercy.
Paratroopers: Roger!
First was Yoko. The paratroopers propped her up and forced her mouth open. They gave her a sip of orange juice and then forced toothpaste into her mouth. The combination was a nightmare on the taste buds.
Yoko: Ah! That's disgusting! Why would you ever do this!? I'd never even do this to Aika!
Paratrooper: That's for messing with Isabella's man!
Yoko: Isabella's man?!?
Then, they did the same thing to Aika, who squirmed and tried to spit out the awful combination.
Aika: Isabella stop!
Isabella: If I ever see you two getting it on with Osamu in any kind of way, believe me, the next time a Spec Ops team barges through your door, it'll be to put bullets in your wombs so you can never bear him children!
Osamu: That's so evil!
Yoko: Okay, okay! Just get us out of here!
Isabella: My my, even the great Yoko Akiyama is scared!
Pilot: Wrap it, Chief! The drop zone is coming up!
Osamu looked back from the ramp and saw they were flying over the neighborhood again.
Paratroopers: Chutes! Get em on!
Everyone had their hands freed as the paratroopers got their chutes on. They attached themselves to Yoko, Aika, Osamu, and Isabella.
Yoko: What the hell is going on?!
Pilot: Approaching drop zone, lowering altitude!
Paratrooper : Check your gear!
The paratroopers all checked each others gear and masks, making sure there was no room for error. They all lined up and readied themselves for the drop.
Paratrooper: Chutes are good, masks are good! No tears, rips or tangles!
Pilot: Copy! We're closing in! Green light in five, four, three, two...
Aika: This can't be happening!
The loading bay lit up with green lights, the signal for the troopers to jump.
Paratroopers: GO GO GO!
While Osamu, Aika, and Yoko screamed on their way out, Isabella was the one who couldn't stop laughing as they descended and made their return back to the ground. The neighborhood appeared tiny but got bigger as they fell closer and closer to it.
Paratrooper: Deploy chute!
The chutes were opened, and everyone made their slow and soft descent into the front yard. Isabella was still laughing, Osamu was able to calm down, Yoko was still screaming, and Aika was practically dead by the time they landed. The backpacks were removed and the four of them were detached from the paratroopers. They took up defensive positions and confirmed that the perimeter was cleared.
(Finally...back on the ground!)
Paratrooper: Perimeter cleared and cargo in one piece! Mission successful!
Isabella took of her oxygen mask and let out a loud, excited yelp.
Isabella: Good work, boys! Pack up and go home!
The paratroopers packed their guns into their bags and took off their uniforms and gear. They were wearing normal clothes beneath all of it, allowing them to pack away their stuff and disperse about the neighborhood without drawing any attention. Yoko and Aika looked like they just got back from a tour in Vietnam.
Isabella: So? What did we learn here today?
Yoko: N-n-never trust Osamu with apples!
Osamu: More like we should never trust Isabella with a phone and loads of money!
Yoko: Wait...what about Aika?
Isabella pointed over to Aika, who fainted in mid air.
Isabella: I think she's gonna need some rest. I'll get her up.
Izanami opened the front door to check on all the racket outside, dressed in casual clothes and a cooking apron. Her hair was tied in a ponytail and bangs parted to the side of her face.
Izanami: It's about time you guys got home! I was worried you'd be late for dinner!
Isabella: We got back in under two hours, so don't nag! We did pretty good!
Osamu: Are you congratulating yourself for kidnapping three people and forcing them on a plane to interrogate them?!
Isabella: Yep! You guys better get inside! Dinner smells good from here!
Isabella and Izanami helped Aika up and walked her inside the house. As Osamu got up, he wobbled a bit, and Yoko grabbed onto his arm.
Osamu: Ah, do you need help too?
Yoko: Osamu...when I kissed her...
Osamu: Hmm? What is it?
Yoko:...I think it would be better if we kept her close. She can stay here.
(What? This is so unlike her...)
Osamu: What caused this change of heart? You were ready to kill her earlier.
Yoko: If she leaves and continues to wander, we may never see her again.
Osamu's eyes lit up in a fearful sense of curiosity. Osamu and Yoko stood up together, the former helping Yoko walk.
Osamu: What do you mean by that? Like, she'd run off from town or something?
Yoko: It doesn't matter why. She's welcome. Just tell her that.
Osamu: Oh...okay...
[Thinking back, I wish I had taken Yoko's words much more seriously. Yoko's kiss allowed her to know nearly everything about someone. It's just a gift she was born with. I should've considered what Yoko might've learned from kissing Aika. But I was too stupid...and eventually...the happy, crazy home we made together...would be filled with sadness.]